The death of a king

"Who are you?" The king asked once more. "If you are strong enough, make yourself known!" The king angrily balled his hands into fists and glared at the place he was sure the intruder must be hiding in.

The light wasn't detecting anything; however he can tell there's someone there.

The intruder stayed where he was, and watched the king. They wanted to make sure they will be advantaged should they attack.

As the king of Kakuda, he's not known to be an easy man. He's known as the king who's fiercer than a fiery furnace.

"Show yourself!" This time, the king called the fire to himself. He stretched his hands, intending to send his fire towards the wardrobe, but he stopped.

It wasn't voluntary.

He felt his hand getting so heavy, that it was difficult to move it.

He tried to get his hand up, but couldn't. His fire extinguished on its own, and he fell to the floor.