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β¦The Broken Kingβ§
The battlefield was silent, nothing but shattered galaxies drifting in eternal darkness. Cleaving stood tall, his jaw fractured, blood and radiant energy dripping from his mouth. Even with his face broken, his posture was unshaken. His aura still flared like a dying sun refusing to collapse.
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(spitting fragments of blood and light)
β¦ Xorathβ¦ you think a broken jaw ends me? You're a fool.β¦
His hand rose, trembling but steady with determination. Symbols of ancient law, burning with celestial fire, appeared around him. Slowly, piece by piece, they aligned into a great, glowing stone slab.
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(roaring)
β¦ Tablet of Longevity!β¦
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β¦The Spellβ§
The cosmic slab ignited, inscriptions glowing with power so ancient even the void shivered. Energy spilled forth like rivers of eternity. Time itself bent as the spell activated, sending chains of light crashing toward Xorath.
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(snarling, raising his cloak of shadows)
β¦ Tchβwhat is this trickery?β¦
The light struck him directly. It bypassed his defenses, stabbing through shadow and bone alike. Xorath screamed as his body seared, cracks running across his chest, his veins glowing as the spell ate into his essence. His cloak shuddered, half dissolved, exposing raw flesh beneath.
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(gritting his teeth, voice a growl)
β¦ A cursed spellβ¦ You dare use eternity itself against me?β¦
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β¦Xorath's Counterβ§
Even wounded, Xorath's speed was unmatched. He blurredβno, vanishedβbecoming light itself. Before Cleaving could react, Xorath was already upon him, shadows wrapped around his fist.
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(cold and merciless)
β¦ You'll regret showing me your weakness.β¦
His strike landed. The punch hammered into Cleaving's legβthe one forged like a meteor. Bone cracked. Armor shattered. The mighty king's leg buckled under the force, breaking clean.
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(snarling, body trembling)
β¦ Ghhhhhβdamn you!β¦
Radiation burst outward from the broken limb, scattering stars like sand. Cleaving staggered, his entire frame trembling under the sheer damage.
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β¦The Trapβ§
But suddenly⦠his lips curved into a blood-soaked smile.
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(low voice, filled with venom)
β¦ Exactlyβ¦ as planned.β¦
The void quaked. A hidden seal carved into his chest lit up, glowing red and gold. Xorath's eyes widenedβhe sensed it too late.
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(shouting with godlike fury)
β¦ SpellβAssemble CQC!β¦
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β¦The Crushing Spellβ§
The entire battlefield bent inward. Invisible hands, countless and merciless, grasped Xorath from every direction. They locked him in a cage of pure forceβbinding his limbs, his throat, his essence.
Xorath thrashed. His shadows flared, but the cage crushed tighter. Bones splintered. Flesh cracked. The force pressed in like collapsing universes, threatening to crush him into dust.
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(choking, blood dripping from his mouth)
β¦ Ghhaaaβ¦ damnβ¦ itβ¦β¦
The spell was merciless. His ribs shattered, his organs ruptured. Darkness screamed from his body as he fought to resist. But the Assemble CQC was too precise, too absolute.
He could barely breathe. His knees buckled. For the first time in eternityβXorath looked defeated.
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β¦The King's Declarationβ§
Cleaving stood tall despite his broken leg and fractured jaw. His chest heaved with pain, but his eyes gleamed with victory. He raised his glowing, blood-stained hand toward the trapped shadow.
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(grinning through broken teeth)
β¦ Once againβ¦ you got defeated!β¦
His laughter echoed across the void, cruel and triumphant, shaking the ruins of galaxies around them.
Xorath's body hung limp inside the crushing spell, shadows leaking away like smoke in the wind. His silence was deafening.
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