??? POV
In the months following the apocalypse, the kingdom has flourished and expanded in size and power. Despite the fact that it was just founded two months ago, we have seen significant growth in this kingdom because of the card powers. Everything, from food to housing to healthcare to the military, has been completely created and is quite powerful. All that remains is for us to grow significantly in size and safeguard the surviving people from harm.
I take a glance around the conference room, where every leader from every field is debating the issues and potential expansions that should be considered. They dispute over how resources should be distributed and what should be the highest priority before turning to me for guidance on the best course of action to take. I was ready to make a decision when a guy burst into the room, his face emblazoned with the words "bad news."
"King Xavier there's a big ten meters demon rampaging at the northern wall. It has killed dozens of our knights already. The knights are requesting that we immobilize all our force to take it down before it breaches the border." The man said
The leader of the blacksmith replied back to the man harshly "Immobilizing a whole army for a demon. There's just one of them, with the weapon and the card's power killing it isn't a problem. Why should we be wasting resources and time on such trivial matters?"
The man responded back to the leader of the blacksmith with an agitated tone "Sir Leon, the report said that the demon strike can instantly kill any knight on the field. Even knights with defensive ability died instantly. They also said that the demon is a skilled fighter dodging and timing his attack to kill them. This demon isn't the dumb one we fought before, if we don't do anything it might be too late."
The leader of the blacksmith was about to berate the man but I cut him off. "I agree with the man, we shouldn't take this matter lightly, Leon, while we are safe and sound now. It will not last forever, if we don't take this matter seriously and the demon manages to kill thousands of citizens, what are we then? We made this kingdom to protect the people, and if this demon has even the slightest chance of killing my people. I will not stand still and let it do so. So gentlemen and women, prepare we are going to war with this demon"
With little space for disagreement, everyone in the room nodded their heads in agreement with my decision and began putting on their battle gear in preparation to fight the demon. I take one more look at their parting figure before suiting up and ready to take down the menace to my kingdom.
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LockHeart POV
"Back up!!! We need more back up!! He's killing everyone" A soldier in the frontline shouted with a trembling voice.
Knight after knight came at me, filled with rage and intent to kill me. They are willing to put their lives in danger in order to avenge the death of their fallen comrade. The knight who shouted charged towards me, striking a massive hammer at my leg in an attempt to make me fall to my knee. He was successful in hitting me, but anticipation is not the same as reality, and his attack did little more than draw my attention to him. He sprang back rapidly in an attempt to dodge my strike, but I slashed him and his hammer in half with my sword. Blood splattered across my body and sword as a fountain of blood was released from the knight half's.
The other soldiers also send out their attacks from ice, wind, lightning, fire, and rock. Lightning being lightning hit me instantly, without giving me any time to react. However, the same couldn't be said for the rest, I counter them using Black Fireball. All the attacks other than lightning got evaporated and erased while my Black Fireball is still moving strong and formidable. They look at the fireball with visions of their death flashing before their very eyes. Some mentally strong knights were able to move out of the way, but the one that didn't, you don't need to see to know their fate.
The knights that remain and the reinforcement look upon me with great fear, losing morale entirely. Their body shakes uncontrollably, making their armor create an annoying rhythm from their trembling. At this point these soldiers don't have the courage to continue fighting anymore, for they know that the bright light of hope will not shine upon them. They as soldiers know that death was inevitable, but that doesn't mean they aren't afraid of death. Every single creature in the world is afraid of death. Not because of its outcome, but because of its reason. Death is something that will happen eventually, no one can escape it. So instead of focusing on living, people focus on the reason. Why should we live? All these soldiers live because they want to protect. To fight for another day. To fight in honor and glory, bringing safety to the people. If they realize that their death, their sacrifice means nothing, they will falter. Like the situation right now, every single soldier on this battlefield realizes that even if they fight their death means nothing. My shadow of despair has dive deep inside their mind, making them believe that I am unstoppable. So, why continue fighting for the people when you know the kingdom would fall and everyone dies.
Their actions spell the ending of their story. If they were to keep believing in themselves, some of them might live. However, their pride has extinguished and they will now all die together. I use Expansion Style: Expansion Rocket to close the distance breaking the speed of Mach one toward the group of knights. Looking at their response, I know I am too fast for them to catch my speed. I grabbed the knight closest to me and crashed his head along with his helmet. The well trained knights respond quickly to their friends death and attack me with ferocity. Sadly, our strength is miles away from each other, because my attack obliterated all of them, sending metal scraps, bones, flesh, and blood across the already blood soaked land.
Some of the knights that were charging forward to help the groups of knights got hit by the shrapnel of bones and metal scraps, wounding them considerably. A healer among the groups of knights heals the light wounds that they receive. Seeing the healer's action, I wanted to facepalm myself, for no matter how much he heals, if the person dies in a single strike no amount of healing would cure death.
The last surviving knight kept moving closer and closer, until they were within striking distance of my Expansion Style: Arm Cannon, which I used to take them out. My fist grew in size almost instantaneously, slamming into and murdering every single knight on the field of battle. As soon as all of the knights perished, there was complete stillness on the battlefield, leaving a mountain of corpses in the place where there had once been life. Everything in sight is painted scarlet by the blood that runs like an unending river through the world. I gaze at the sight with a sense of accomplishment, realizing the disparity in standing between these wretched individuals and myself.
"You DEMON BASTARD!!!" shouted a middle-aged man wielding a nicely constructed hammer. Afterwards, he charged at me, rage was visible in his eyes, with the intent of murdering me. Normally, I would take it easy on him because he is far weaker than I am. Nevertheless, I digress, he has to understand that offending me will result in his death.
With little time to waste, I launched my largest Black Fireball to date in his direction without waiting for him to cover the space between us. Upon seeing my strike, he attempted to avoid it, but my fireball was far faster than him. With each passing second that my Black Fireball draws closer to him, I can see a look of terror in his eyes. He did not, however, die from the fireball. His life was saved by someone who moved at breakneck speed to pull him away from the brink of death. I look at the newcomer with great interest, but that doesn't guarantee he's not going to die soon after arriving. He has the audacity to save my prey.
Since my Black Fireball is too sluggish to kill them, I utilize Expansion Style: Expansion Rocket to capture the man who is moving too fast for my Black Fireball. He appeared to notice my movement, but it was too late; I am already in front of him. The quick guy attempted to make distance between us, but I slammed my leg into the ground, confounding his movement and forcing him to tumble. He attempted to recover, but I grabbed his leg. The man's eyes change from fright to despair when he realizes what has happened to him. At the same moment when I was ready to slam him to the ground, to score myself a kill. However, I was struck in the hand by an arrow, which caused me to release my grip. I look at the direction of the arrow to see who did it. The individual who fired the arrow was standing with a group of people who were dressed in superb armor that was far more elaborate than the knight's, to put it mildly.