Lunasia stood tall with 'KING' gripped firmly in her hand. Opposite her, Prince Charles, his bluish-grey locks billowing in the wind, wields 'VOIDREND' with an aura of icy blue and violet mana swirling around him.
Both of them noted that there was a circular aperture in the ceiling—a window through which the moon stood as the outsider witness to the unfolding battle and an open invitation for all who wished to engage in combat out of the confines which distinctly acted as the indication that they were allowed to take their battle out of the walls of this battleground if their 'death parade' calls for it.
And so, as the tension mounted, Lunasia charged forth with a primal roar, flames roaring to life along the length of her 'KING.'
With each swing, she unleashes torrents of scorching fire, each blaze fueled by her unwavering resolve to vanquish her foe. Charles, his expression steely, summons forth a vortex of icy winds, weaving a shield of frost to deflect Lunasia's fiery onslaught.
But she persists, her crimson mana pulsating with unyielding determination.
In retaliation, Charles counters with a chilling assault, unleashing shards of ice that pierce through the air like frozen daggers. Lunasia dodges and weaves, her movements fluid as she dances through the icy barrage. With a defiant cry of battle, she channels her mana into 'KING,' igniting the flames to a blistering intensity. The inferno engulfs Charles, melting through his icy defenses with searing heat.
Yet, Charles drove his sword forcefully into the earth, causing it to fracture and release a surge of intense frost that spread rapidly, freezing the surrounding terrain. From this icy chasm emerged four wolves crafted entirely of pure ice, their forms shimmering in the moonlight as they charged toward Lunasia with ferocious intent. In a desperate bid to defend herself, Lunasia conjured a shield of crimson fire around her, but the icy wolves tore through the flames with ease, sinking their frozen fangs into her flesh until her body erupted into pools of crimson blood.
Gasps of surprise filled the air as onlookers believed Lunasia had succumbed to her death. However, just as they resigned themselves to that grim possibility, a breathtaking sight unfolded before them.
From the pools of crimson blood emerged countless butterflies, each crafted from flames, soaring gracefully into the air. They danced and twirled, weaving together until they merged into a dazzling crimson light. And from within this radiant glow emerged Lunasia, seemingly untouched, her form pristine as she hovered gracefully in the air, a testament to her resilience and untouchable power.
Now, Lunasia became apparent that Charles's sword possesses a unique ability to disrupt the dark magic infused within the opposing sword. With each successful strike, his sword tears through the dark energy surrounding her blade, weakening its power and leaving it vulnerable to further attacks.
Initially, Lunasia assumed that the power of Charles' sword was solely centered around manipulating ice. However, she soon recognized the need to elevate her abilities if she wished to endure the challenges and survive without much damage inflicted on her mana, though she was sure that it would never go dry despite all the carnage.
Summoning her mana, Lunasia focuses her energy on the sword, infusing it with a sinister, dark crimson aura that pulses ominously. With a decisive movement, she drives the blade deep into the earth, unleashing a seismic force that ripples through the ground. In an instant, a shadowy chasm splits open the sky, engulfing the battlefield in a shroud of ominous crimson darkness.
Erupting from the mysterious tear, in reality, a blend of raven and crimson behemoth materialized, its immense form shrouded in shadows and darkness and with a shadowy crown resting on its head. With a deafening roar, it descends upon Lunasia's adversary, its attacks taking the form of fiery raven chains that lashed out, grasping Charles with relentless force. With each strike, the fiery chains tighten, crushing the Charles under their searing grip.
The ground trembled beneath the weight of Lunasia's summoned behemoth's fury as it unleashed destruction upon all who dared to oppose it.
Lunasia's attack, 'Eclipse Sunder,' was a devastating attack that harnesses the power of the void itself, summoning forth a manifestation of destruction to crush Lunasia's enemies. It is a testament to the true might of the 'KING' sword, capable of unleashing unparalleled devastation upon all who dare to oppose its wielder.
Yet, just as the infernal entity's fiery chains threatened to crush Charles, his entire body underwent a startling transformation. In an instant, he fragmented into a multitude of ice-crafted birds.
The swarm of icy birds launched a relentless assault on the behemoth, overwhelming it until it faltered and began to fade away into wisps of smoke. Yet, despite this initial victory, the battle raged on, and Lunasia found herself coughing up blood, which acted as a grim reminder of the ongoing toll the conflict exacted on her.
Even then, she wasn't done yet.
Ascending once more into the sky, Lunasia prepared to confront the icy birds, only to watch them vanish into a swirling vortex, leaving her disoriented as to their whereabouts. In a sudden twist, she narrowly evaded an attack from Charles, who emerged from the vortex behind her, brandishing his sword in the aerial skirmish.
Engaged in a fierce sword duel, both Lunasia and Charles clashed amidst the tumultuous battle. Suddenly, Charles emerged fully from the vortex, meeting Lunasia head-on. The resounding clangs of their swords echoed through the battleground as they exchanged blows.
With a swift maneuver, Charles plunged his sword into the vortex of his creation, unleashing a barrage of portals that encircled Lunasia. In a devastating onslaught, his sword from each vortex struck her, piercing her stomach and chest and drenching her in blood. Stumbling through the air, she grimaced as the swords withdrew, leaving her wounded and reeling from the onslaught.
However, she was far from being defeated.
Undeterred, Charles summons forth his most potent attack, a swirling vortex of dark energy that threatens to consume all in its path. Lunasia braces herself, her white hair billowing in the maelstrom as she channels her mana into 'KING.'
With a mighty swing, she cleaves through the vortex, dispersing it with a burst of fiery brilliance and making the prince cough out a stream of blood all the while, his chest throbbing from the weight of his depleting mana.
As the battle reached its climax, Lunasia and Charles clashed with titanic force, each strike resonating with the power of their ancient swords. Flames and ice collide in a dazzling display of light and shadow, so even the very air crackled under the intensity of their duel.
With one last mighty strike, Lunasia plunged 'KING' into the earth as soon as she landed on the ground and unleashed a torrent of flames that erupted into a garden of fiery roses. The blazing petals, adorned with thorns, ensnared 'VOIDREND' directly, grasping it firmly and crushing it into icy fragments of darkness and scattering it into oblivion.
As the echoes and the cheers of battle faded, Lunasia stood victorious on her slightly wavering legs amidst the wreckage, her white hair reflecting the lumination of the moonlight in the aftermath of her triumph as she locked her eyes at the prince falling to his knees in utter defeat and barely conscious.
Turning her gaze to her father, who rose from his throne with pride swelling in his chest, he proclaimed boldly with proudness swirling in his eyes.
"ALL HAIL TO THE KING!"
Following Satan's declaration, a wave of discontent rippled through the gathered assembly as resentment etched itself upon the faces of many. Yet, amidst the murmurs of dissent, there lingered a pervasive reluctance to challenge the authority of the chosen one.
Hesitation hung thick in the air with a palpable tension threading its way through the throng.
Nevertheless, spurred by a blend of fear and fervor, the majority succumbed to the call of their infernal nature. With a cacophony of demonic roars, they surged forth onto the battlefield with their twisted forms twisting and contorting in the flickering light. Their collective might seemed formidable, and their confidence was unshakable.
But in their haste to crush the opposition, they overlooked a crucial detail: the indomitable spirit of Lunasia- THEIR KING.
Unyielding and resolute, she stood her ground with a beacon of defiance amidst the chaos. They had underestimated her, blinded by their arrogance and hubris.
And it became increasingly evident that their folly would be their undoing.
Before they could advance a single step, their onslaught was met with a sudden and savage assault. Massive spikes, sharp as the fangs of a serpent, tore through the air with deadly precision, impaling their hearts and minds in an alacritous and merciless execution.
For Lunasia, this grim turn of events was no surprise.
She had anticipated the inevitable act of rejection and the treachery lurking beneath the surface of their false camaraderie. It was the very reason why she had taken preemptive action in the beginning, shattering the ornate jewelry crafted from the most exquisite diamonds and crystals and scattering their glittering remnants across the battlefield like seeds of retribution.
As the enemy fell prey to their greed, their deaths were heralded by the lethal beauty of her makeshift weapons, which had a smirk gracing Lunasia's lips. Amidst the chaos and carnage, there was a glimmer of satisfaction in knowing that her cunning had outwitted even the most cunning of adversaries.
So, there wasn't even an ounce of irresolution that she was... BORN TO BE A KING.