Indra, with a thunderous roar, raised his sword and struck with all his might towards Elvis. The strike was so powerful that Elvis couldn't withstand the blow and fell to the ground. Dust and dirt scattered all around, and for a moment, Elvis' breath seemed to stop. There was a gleam of victory in Indra's eyes, but he had no idea that this was just the beginning.
As soon as Elvis fell, an unusual glow began to emanate from the curse mark on his wrist. Electricity seemed to course through his body, and a deep darkness descended into his eyes. "Do you think you've defeated me, Indra?" Elvis' voice carried a deadly chill.
In the next instant, Elvis attacked Indra with the black energy emerging from his curse mark. It felt to Indra as if walls of darkness had risen all around him. Elvis picked up his sword once again, and this time, the power emanating from his sword was more terrifying than before. Indra tried to defend with his sword, but the energy from the curse mark pushed him back.
"What is this power?" For the first time, there was a glimpse of fear on Indra's face.
Rising from the ground, Elvis said, "This is the very darkness you created. Now you will face it."
Indra attempted another attack, but Elvis' newfound power ensnared him. The battle between them was no longer that of ordinary warriors. It was a clash between two supreme forces, one that could alter the fate of the entire war.
Indra now realized that Elvis was no mere warrior but the god of darkness himself. His powers were far more terrifying and unfamiliar than any mortal's. Indra's eyes filled with deep concern, but he wasn't one to retreat. He had only one option left – to gather all his strength for a final blow.
Indra regrouped his massive army one last time. His forces, capable of shaking the atmosphere, were now ready to fight under their king's command for the final battle. Indra picked up his mighty bow, his eyes gleaming with anger and determination. He infused all his strength into his arrow, causing flames to coil around it. The heat of his energy could be felt in the air.
"This is your end, Elvis!" Indra roared, and with that, he unleashed the fearsome arrow from his bow. As soon as it was released, the arrow flew through the air, engulfed in flames, heading rapidly toward Elvis. The sky echoed with its force, and a heavy tension settled over the battlefield.
Elvis saw the arrow speeding toward him like lightning, but there was no fear on his face. He reawakened the power of his curse mark, and a black shield began to form around him, as if drawn from the depths of darkness. As the arrow reached Elvis, it collided with the shield, resulting in a tremendous explosion. The forces of fire and darkness clashed, spreading blinding light across the field.
But Indra's arrow was not easily stopped. It struggled to pierce through the shield, forcing Elvis to exert even more power. His eyes turned deep red, and another surge of energy flowed from the curse mark. "Your efforts are in vain, Indra," Elvis' voice carried a cold growl.
When the explosion subsided, the two warriors were once again standing face-to-face. This battle was no longer a contest between ordinary fighters; it had become a divine confrontation – between darkness and light.
Taking a deep breath, Indra said, "If I lose, it won't just be my end, but the end of the entire world."
Elvis smiled and replied, "The end of the world is inevitable, Indra. The only question is, who will bring it."
This time, both decided to unleash their final strength.
Now the moment had come when Elvis was about to reveal the true power of his curse mark to Indra. A remarkable glow of darkness filled his eyes, and black energy radiated from his body, covering the entire battlefield. Indra realized that there was no chance left for him, yet he still refused to surrender. He was preparing for his final strike, but Elvis had already made his move.
Elvis gathered the dark energy from his curse mark into both hands, and with a strange, reverberating sound in the sky, he unleashed that power toward Indra. "You no longer belong to this world, Indra, but to the darkness!" Elvis' voice echoed across the battlefield.
Indra tried to defend himself with all his might, but Elvis' power was too overwhelming. The dark energy surrounded Indra, trapping him. Indra's army, which had been standing behind him, now appeared helpless. Elvis commanded his army of darkness to advance. The army, born of shadows, descended upon Indra's vast forces from all directions.
Indra's warriors, armed with their weapons, fought with all their strength, but Elvis' army slowly began to engulf them. No arrow or sword could stop the dark army. Their screams echoed all around, and one by one, the soldiers were struck down.
Now fully consumed by Elvis' curse mark's power, Indra took his final breaths. His sword could no longer support his strength. Elvis approached him and said, "You thought you could defeat me, Indra. But this is my time. Your end is certain."
Opening his eyes one last time, Indra said, "I thought I could save this world. But you… you have brought darkness back."
With a cold smile, Elvis replied, "This world belongs to the darkness, and now it's time for it to accept that."
Indra's words remained unfinished as Elvis, using the full power of his curse mark, delivered his final blow. A bright light shot from Indra's body, and then he completely vanished into darkness. His existence was erased.
Indra's army, now witnessing the death of their king, was utterly broken. Without mercy, Elvis' army wiped them out as well. In just a short time, the battlefield grew silent. Darkness and death were all that remained.
Striking his sword into the ground, Elvis declared, "Now, this world will be mine. No one will stand in my way."
The god of darkness had announced his victory, and the world had now entered a new era under his rule.