"Where is he?! Where the hell is he—"
BOOM!
Before Overlord could react, a force like a rampaging beast from the Dark Continent slammed into his chest. Pain exploded through his body as the impact rippled outward, leaving him stunned.
CRACK!
The skeletal structure that had barely begun to mend shattered anew. This time, the fractures were deeper, more widespread, with jagged edges that seemed ready to collapse entirely.
Out of the corner of his eye, Overlord caught a glimpse of Ronnel's movements. The boy's fist, radiating immense power, rocketed toward him and connected squarely with his chest.
The once-impervious body Overlord had prided himself on offered no resistance. The punch tore through his chest, leaving a gaping hole that traversed from front to back.
Whether it was the sharp agony clearing his mind or the desperate clarity of impending death, Overlord felt a surge of defiance. He knew his injuries were severe, that his very essence was crumbling, but he refused to succumb without a fight.
Ronnel stood before him, his stance betraying a ruthless intent: "Finish him while he's weak." There was no mercy in those eyes, no hesitation. Overlord could see his own demise etched into the human's determination.
No! I won't fall here!Overlord roared inwardly. I still have dreams of conquering the human world, of becoming the king of Mobius Lake, and one day, reclaiming the Dark Continent!
Summoning his dwindling strength, Overlord abandoned defense and channeled everything into his bone spear. He understood that protecting himself now would only delay the inevitable. If he was to survive, it would be through sheer aggression.
The skeletal demon made his move. With a thought, his sternum deformed, trapping Ronnel's arm in place.
"Huh?" Ronnel's eyes widened, surprised by Overlord's resolve. Despite being on the brink of collapse, the undead still had the strength to retaliate.
Then came the counterattack.
Overlord raised the bone spear high, his aura surging, and aimed it directly at Ronnel's chest. The icy blue flames flickering in his eye sockets burned brighter, a final testament to his determination.
But—
"Your power's decent," Ronnel said flatly. "Too bad you're too slow."
Before the spear could strike, Ronnel's free hand darted out. With precise timing and a firm grasp reinforced by his aura, he caught the spear's tip mid-air.
Overlord froze, the fire in his eyes dimming. His final hope had been effortlessly crushed.
The skeletal king faltered, his once-proud posture slumping in defeat. There was no longer any fight left in him. Overlord's sternum released Ronnel's arm as his figure staggered backward.
For a moment, the undead stared at the sky, his pride refusing to let him meet Ronnel's gaze. The king of the undead had fallen to a human—an insult he could neither accept nor escape.
"Rest in peace," Ronnel murmured, his voice soft but resolute.
With a final strike, Ronnel obliterated Overlord's body. The explosion of bone fragments echoed through the canyon, signaling the end of the Undead Bone Demon Clan's ancient legacy.
...
At the crossroads, Ronnel relaxed, the tension draining from his body.
Turning, he noticed Ging watching him with a peculiar expression.
"...What's with that look?" Ronnel asked.
"Nothing," Ging replied, shaking his head. But he rubbed his chin, his brows furrowed. "It's just... I felt something earlier. Your aura—it's stronger. Strong enough to make my heart race a little."
Ronnel smirked. This guy's senses are sharper than a bloodhound's.
"So," Ging continued, steering the conversation away. "How'd it go this time?"
"Got everything I came for," Ronnel replied cryptically, his words layered with meaning.
"Good," Ging said with a relieved sigh. "At least I won't have to listen to all those 'artists' buzzing like flies anymore."
For Ging, their artistic debates were no better than swatting at persistent insects. It wasn't a slight against their talent, but the clash of perspectives was exhausting.
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