The white-robed king deftly deflected the attack of the king corpse, the resulting combat painting the ground crimson.
As the two continued their intense battle, the white-robed king's mind raced. His eidetic memory, a hallmark of king realm experts, cataloged faces and events with photographic precision. Yet this person before him, this king corpse, remained an enigma, absent from the annals of his vast recollections.
Despite the mysterious origins of the king corpse, the white-robed king noted a discrepancy: though his enemy's physical prowess was unmatched, his killing intent was strikingly weak.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the gleam of a blade caught his attention. The swift and deadly arc nearly claimed him, but he pivoted just in time, a deep wound manifesting on his waist. Blood flowed freely.