The End of the Clash [part 2]

The Journey of Suzuki Kyōi: The Divine Skill and the Brutal Fight

Kyōi, with his katana wrapped in an aura of pure electrical energy, watched intently as the creature advanced toward him, its body regenerated in mere moments.

Despite the devastating attack he had inflicted, the figure had risen again without hesitation.

Every fiber of his being screamed that he couldn't afford any mistakes.

Tightening his grip on his sword, he decided to resort to one of his most lethal techniques: the divine skill, a lightning strike that not only destroys on the outside but also unleashes subtle vibrations, ready to shatter the enemy from within.

"If I can't stop you by ordinary means, I'll use everything I have," Kyōi thought, as his aura erupted in waves of energy rippling through the air.

The mercenaries, still fighting the undead, looked up to see Kyōi.

They knew that when his aura reached this level, something devastating was about to happen.

But they had never seen anything like this.

Violet and silver lightning began to form around him, creating an energy field that transformed him into something almost supernatural.

"Kill the undead! Every time she regenerates, one falls permanently!" he shouted, making it clear that the key to victory was tied to the connection between the creature and the risen corpses.

Kyōi wasted no time.

With a swift and decisive leap, he charged toward the creature.

His katana, incandescent with divine power, emitted a sharp whistle as it cut through the air.

When the blade made contact with the creature's body, a thunderous boom filled the cavern.

The impact was devastating.

The lightning not only exploded outward but the subtle vibrations immediately penetrated the dark figure's body, shaking every fiber of its being.

The waves of vibration began their work, silent but lethal, shattering the creature's internal structure, destabilizing it from within.

The figure writhed, its dark cloak flailing wildly as its internal structure collapsed under the effect of the vibrations.

Tentacles broke apart, and the dark energy surrounding it dispersed in all directions.

A piercing, agonizing scream escaped its lips.

But Kyōi did not stop.

With a fierce battle cry, he continued to strike the creature, each blow going deeper, amplifying the pain and destruction.

Each strike was not only visible but could be felt deep within the being.

The vibrations continued to destroy, shattering what the darkness had built.

The creature's body began to collapse, and Kyōi could sense that with each fall, another undead died permanently.

The cavern was a battlefield of screams and electric sparks, with the human warrior giving no respite to his prey.

Every time Kyōi landed a mortal blow, the creature's body disintegrated into a wave of shadows, only to regenerate instantly.

But each regeneration required a sacrifice: the undead in the cavern began to drop like flies.

The creature's regeneration was bound to them, and each time it returned, it cost the permanent death of one of its servants.

"Not bad… not bad for a human," the creature hissed, as it reformed once more.

But Kyōi could hear the tension in its voice.

Each regeneration left it slower, more vulnerable. The bond with the undead was breaking.

"It's not enough," Kyōi thought, knowing he had to push further.

He had to destroy the creature from within, break its every resistance, reduce to nothing what kept it alive.

"It's not enough to regenerate when your insides are already devastated," Kyōi said through clenched teeth, his expression one of pure determination.

With one final surge of lightning, Kyōi delivered a lethal blow.

The blade, now wrapped in an almost divine lightning aura, pierced the creature's chest once and for all.

The vibrations intensified, traveling like a silent earthquake through the figure's body.

The internal structures, bones, and even the essence of the creature were destroyed, annihilated from the inside.

The creature writhed, its scream almost inhuman, echoing in the depths of the cavern.

Tentacles shattered, exploding into fragmented shadows, and its body began to disintegrate for real this time, as if it were being consumed from within.

The undead, one by one, collapsed permanently, turning to dust without regenerating.

The battlefield was now a silent graveyard of decomposed bodies and shattered bones.

At the end, only the sound of Kyōi's heavy breathing and the persistent hum of electrical energy dispersing in the air remained.

The figure did not regenerate again.

The dark body dissolved completely, leaving only a trail of shadows that faded into the darkness of the cavern.

Kyōi stood still for a moment, his chest rising from the exertion, the katana still gleaming in his hands.

He looked at the mercenaries around him, who were watching the scene with incredulous eyes.

"It's over," Kyōi said, his voice deep and firm. "The darkness won't return this time."

The mercenaries, still in shock, slowly raised their weapons in victory, their relief palpable in the air.

But as the cavern returned to silence, Kyōi knew their battle wasn't over.

That creature, whatever its origin, was only a pawn in a much larger game.

But for now, they had won.

The Journey of Suzuki Kyōi: The Weight of Divine Skill

As the cavern returned to silence, Kyōi stood motionless, his katana still in his hand, now devoid of the power that had illuminated that dark place just moments before.

The last sparks of lightning faded into the air, leaving only the sound of his heavy breathing and that of the mercenaries, who exchanged looks of disbelief but relief.

But for Kyōi, victory was not a source of solace.

The enemy had been defeated, the bond with the undead severed, but inside, there was only regret.

Once again, he had resorted to that power. A power he didn't want to use unless forced.

A power that reminded him every time how far he was from the strength he truly desired.

"Once again…" he thought, gritting his teeth, "Once again, I had to use it."

His divine skill, that devastating lightning capable of striking both outside and within, wasn't just a technique.

It was a manifestation of his soul, his true essence.

A power that elevated him above many others, but that also forced him to recognize his own limits.

Because every time he used it, it was like admitting to himself that he wasn't strong enough without it.

He wanted to be able to win with only his katana, with his skill honed over the years.

He wanted to prove that he could fight without relying on that divine power.

But even this time, he had failed.

"I'm still not strong enough," he thought bitterly, lowering his gaze to his katana.

The blade, though shining with a silent light, seemed heavier, as if it had become a symbol of his limit.

"If I were, I wouldn't have needed to resort to this."

The dark figure he had faced wasn't just any enemy.

It was a King of Law, a creature with extraordinary abilities, far beyond what an ordinary warrior could face.

Kyōi had known this from the start, yet he had hoped to defeat it with his own skill alone.

Using his power meant admitting that his enemy was right: on his own, he wasn't enough.

"If he hadn't used his power…" Kyōi reflected, thinking about the creature's regenerative nature and its control over the undead.

Every time the creature fell, it came back to life, as if it were eternal.

That kind of power forced anyone to exceed their limits.

But that wasn't the point.

Kyōi knew that if he were stronger, he would have found a way to face the enemy without having to invoke his divine skill.

"Yet, I was forced."

The thought crept into his mind, almost as if to justify the use of that power.

But it wasn't enough to quell the sense of failure that accompanied him.

He looked at the mercenaries, who were watching the scene unaware of the inner conflict consuming him.

To them, he was the savior, the man who had defeated an invincible creature.

But Kyōi knew the real battle had been fought inside him.

It wasn't a matter of winning or losing against the enemy: it was a matter of winning or losing against himself.

"I have to become stronger…" he thought with determination.