The Crimson Monarch knew well what fear was, it was a feeling he was as familiar with as despair.
Like any great fighter, he had to go through difficult moments in his life, to overcome them to become stronger.
But... seeing Adam's last attack, his final trump card, he felt a very different emotion.
It seemed to the Crimson Monarch that his time came to an end like an old man willingly accepting the death that approached him after a long, fulfilling life.
'No! That's not going to happen! It's too early for me to die! I'm not going to lose!'
The next instant, the Crimson Monarch's eyes dipped downward, looking at the sword covered in white energy. The weapon as well as Adam moved at extreme speed as if he teleported from one point to another.
Thrust.
The tip of the sword slammed into the Crimson Monarch's chest, dragging him forward.
