Graha couldn't believe what just happened. Juha just appeared right behind him and delivered a kick at his back that sent him to the ground with a loud crash. He shook his head to ease his dizziness. Right as his eyes took a moment of clarity, an approaching elbow is the first thing he saw and quickly ducked to avoid it. He raised his tentacles and assaulted Juha with it. However, all his attacks still couldn't hit her.
'No! It's happening again! I don't understand. I'm a sentient now just like her. I have trained for so long just for this moment. All the things I did just to have this moment and now that it's right before me, the same thing is happening again? No! I refuse!' Graha thought in fury. His attacks got faster, more lethal. Each strike he deliver carries a weight of unimaginable power. The ground that suffered his assaults would explode due to the impact. His tentacles are moving with rapid aggression. However...
"How?! How are you able to avoid all of my attacks?!" Graha yelled in frustration.
"Poor you. Just a simple reason really. I have met monsters greater than you. I'll admit, you are not that bad yourself. As a matter of fact, I am actually impressed.
But you are just so far below me."
Juha quickly shortened their distance. She gave him a nasty drop kick right in the face that sent him rolling to the ground.
"Time to end your miserable existence," Juha declared as she float up high in the air. She raised her right hand and the sky suddenly darkened. Lightning came out of the darkened clouds as they struck the ground. The temperature around them decreased and ice particles circled around the surroundings.
"Face your judgement, King Graha."
Graha meanwhile is looking at Juha in disbelief and anger.
"I will not die here!" Graha prepared himself to brace the upcoming assault. Just as Juha's about to deliver her attack...
"Juha."
The voice cause her to halt her movement. She turned to the owner of the voice and saw King Jerome standing with his armor covered in blood.
"Stand aside. This one is mine."
"Oh? It seems that you're already finished with them."
"I do. They are no push over that's for sure. However, their strength didn't measure up to my expectation."
"As expected of my king. Very well. He is all yours."
Graha observed their conversation and couldn't help but frown in disbelief. 'Why? Why does she debase herself to this scum? She's clearly stronger than him so why?' He thought as he continued to stare at them. The idea that someone as strong as Juha would debase herself to serve someone weaker is baffling to him.
He took a look around him and noticed that all of his armies have been wiped out. The open field is littered with mutilated corpses. The ground is dyed in blood. That's when a chilling realization dawned upon him.
He's the only one left.
The drones hovered in the air. All of them stared at his pitiful state. Their scopes shone bright red. Graha felt like a cornered animal. Those unnerving red gleams made them look like multiple eyes staring right at him. He turned his head towards the approaching King Jerome. His bloodied form made him look like savage. King Graha felt insulted.
"You! You dare challenge me?! I will not accept this! Juha! Face me!"
Juha didn't gave him any reply whatsoever. She just stood there at a great distance along with Whity.
"Juha will not be your opponent, King Graha. I am", King Jerome stated with a calm voice. His statement caused Graha's attention shift back towards him.
"And what makes you think I'll fight you, boy? You are weak! You are not worth my time. To think that someone as strong as Juha would rather follow someone like you is baffling to me." His tone laced in arrogance. Graha viewed Jerome as nothing more but a false King. He didn't believe that his victory over Labak is quite true. And even if it does, this so proclaimed King Kerome might have been lucky to land a killing blow.
King Jerome dashed towards King Graha without saying anything in return. His body quickly got shrouded in black mist and delivered a right hook right in King Graha's face. The force of the punch launched King Graha up high in the air. His numerous tentacles pierced the ground, preventing him from crashing towards the ground.
"You impudent brat!"
Their rages on. Both of them fought in rapid movements and delivered strikes towards each other that echoed the surrounding. None of the drones interfered. All of them watched the on going battle with great focus. Juha and Whity remained as spectators as well. The stared at their king. Their silent gaze showed great confidence towards their ruler. The battlefield became similar to that of a big event. The drones provide service as spectators while both kings battled it out.
King Graha is getting confused. He is getting anxious. The longer the battle continues, the further his confidence at himself as a capable and powerful sentient are slowly being put to doubt. All the things that running through his mind is a single question. Why?
Why is he this strong? Why is Juha not fighting him right now? Why did Juha choose to serve this so called King as her superior when she is clearly the stronger one? Why did she deny me my revenge? Why did this King wants to get in my way?
So many questions yet it all connects to a single term. Why? His mind is in turmoil. He no longer focuses on his battle. With his mind in dissaray, King Jerome capitalized on that in given oppurtune moment. His fist connected, his kicks followed soon after. King Graha was then assaulted with multiple attacks towards his body. King Jerome's fist are covered in King Graha's blood. With a deep inhale of large amount of air, he fired his black breath towards King Graha. His multiple tentacles quickly acts as a shield but are immediately melted by the black breath. The attack passed through his defenses and hit him directly in the chest. He was sent rolling to the ground once more. His momentum stopped shortly after, leaving him sprawled to the ground. His face stared towards the grey clouds. His expression tells resignation and defeat. Seeing this, King Jerome stopped his fighting stance and just stared at him from a consiserable distance.
'I have been preparing myself for this moment to exact my revenge. To make her pay for the humiliation she did to me all those years ago. To make her feel the helplessness that I felt during our first encounter. And yet...'
The battle with a fellow King opened his eyes.
'I never ever stood a chance.'
During his fight with his adversary, he quickly learned that his enemy is an animal in the battlefield. He moves and attacks like a beast, a rabid animal but it somehow has finesse combined. His moves are unpredictable so King Graha is having a hard time to parry and counter his attacks. Even when blocked, he could feel his bones being rattled by the force of the punch.
Now he lay here, defeated and broken. He marched here with an army that's comprised of different breeds of undead. Along with his trusted generals, he knew that his victory is already assured but life played a cruel fate on him.
He felt his organs melting at a rapid pace. Those cursed attack easily tore through my defenses. As he continue to drift his thought to the battle from earlier, King Jerome is now slowly approaching the downed King Graha. The sound of footsteps snapped King Graha back to reality and noticed his enemy's nearing figure. Seconds later, King Jerome now stands right at his side. His towering figure made him look like a monster being brought to life from a nightmare.
"You've won. You beat me. To make a being that's ways level above being made as your servant or is it that's you being made as a pathetic little puppet by her."
King Jerome said nothing. His stare only focuses towards his fallen enemy. Despite the intimidating silence, King Graha only felt peace.
"Kill me", King Graha said. His eyes boring towards his enemy. King Jerome kneeled right beside him and grabbed his face.
"With pleasure."
And Kingh Graha knew no more.
...
I stood up from a kneeling position. My right hand covered in blood. I felt no sympathy towards him. I already gave him a chance to walk away but he squandered my generosity. Now he lay there with his head crushed by my hand. I took one of his arms and ripped it out of his torso. I opened my helmet along with my mask underneath and took a bite from the arm. I felt it...the power coursing through my body. I can feel myself getting stronger and soon, the feeling stopped. I discarded the rest of the arm since it's no longer has any value.
I let out a quite sogh since now the war is won. Their are no casualties except for a few destroyed drones. I turn towards my companions. Both Juha and Whity looked at me in attention.
"Let's go home."