A strange quiet fell over the frozen battlefield 🌬️❄️.Not peace.Not calm.
Something holding its breath.
King lowered his head slowly 😔.Then he opened his mouth.
Wide.Too wide 😨.
As if something ancient inside him had finally woken up 🕳️⚡.
The High Priest's face drained of color.
"King… no," he begged 😰."Don't do it. Please."
King didn't listen.
The air twisted 🌪️.Snow lifted from the ground ❄️⬆️.Frost spiraled upward, a white storm wrapping around his body 🌀.
Even the glowing runes on the chains flickered ⛓️✨.
Ice Elf warriors stepped back instinctively 🧊⚔️.Valmira clutched her stag, eyes wide with terror 😱.Ember's breath froze halfway out of her lungs 😶🌫️.
The High Priest whispered, voice shaking.
"He's gathering energy…""This isn't human."
King's eyes ignited with a deep, unnatural blue 👁️🔵.His chest expanded violently 💥.The ground cracked beneath his feet 🧊⚡.
Everyone felt it.
An attack strong enough to erase armies.Strong enough to rewrite maps.
"STOP HIM!" Valmira screamed 😡📢.
"No!" the High Priest shouted back."If you attack him now, he'll explode—""And take us ALL with him!" 😱
For two full minutes ⏱️❄️, King inhaled.The air screamed.Reality strained.
Then—
He turned his head.
Away from people.Away from armies.
Toward an empty stretch of frozen wasteland 🏔️❄️.
And fired.
BOOOOOOOOM 💥💥💥
A beam of pure force erupted from his mouth ⚡🟦,tearing across the snow plains like the world itself being ripped open.
It struck a distant glacier.
The glacier didn't crack.
It vanished 😨.
A blinding explosion swallowed the horizon 🌞❄️.A white sun bloomed in total silence.Then a shockwave flattened snow for miles 🌊💥.
Armies staggered.Elves shielded their eyes 👁️❌.Ember was thrown backward, crashing into the snow 😵❄️.
When the light finally faded…
A massive smoking crater remained.
Where a mountain had once existed.
No one spoke 😶.No one breathed.
Even the wind bowed in fear 🌬️.
King lifted his head slowly 😮💨.His eyes were dull now.Exhausted.Hollow.
The chains hung around him like broken jewelry ⛓️💔.His knees trembled, but he stayed standing.
The High Priest approached carefully.
"King…""Why did you fire at empty land?"
King's voice shook.
"Because…" 😞"If I fired at people…""I wouldn't stop."
Silence crashed down heavier than snow ❄️.
The boy who erased a mountain stared at the ground like a lost child 🧒💔.
"…Why can't I be the hero?" he whispered.
His voice cracked.
"Why did the gods refuse me?""Why choose someone weak?""Why choose lies over strength?"
He lifted his head.
His eyes shone with pain deeper than rage 😢.
"I trained.""I bled.""I never complained."
Blood seeped from his clenched fists inside the chains 🩸⛓️.
"All I wanted… was to protect my home."
His gaze swept across the battlefield 👀.The High Priest.The Queen.The heroes.The soldiers.
"So tell me…"
His voice echoed.
"Why can't I be the hero?"
The world had no answer.
Even the gods stayed silent.
The wind held the quiet like fragile glass 🌬️🧊.
King's eyes drifted.
Toward Valmira.Toward the Hero of the West.Toward the symbol of heroism he despised 👑⚔️.
The one who called him a demon.The one who demanded his punishment.
His fingers twitched 👆.
Then his entire body tensed ⚡.
The High Priest saw it first.
"King— don't—!" 😱
Too late.
King sprinted.
Snow exploded behind him 💥❄️.
"ARMY! DEFEND ME!" Valmira screamed 😨.
Shields rose 🛡️.Magic flared 🔥❄️.Arrows filled the sky 🏹.
King tore through them like a wounded storm given one final order by fate 🌪️.
The battle began.
Two Hours of Chaos ⏳⚔️
No story could capture every scream.Every clash.Every broken body.
But Ember saw it all 😨.
King throwing soldiers like broken dolls 🪆.Mages freezing him—only for him to shatter the ice with raw strength ❄️💥.Arrows pierced him—he snapped them off and kept moving 🏹❌.
Valmira rode through the chaos, firing enchantments that split the ice beneath him ⚡❄️.
King fell.Got up.Fell again.Got up again.
Over.And over.And over.
He wasn't fighting to win.
He was fighting to break something.
A symbol.A lie.A dream.
Blood stained the snow like dark petals 🌸🩸.
Even the Ice Elves whispered in disbelief.
"This is impossible…""No human should live through this…"
But King kept moving.
His endurance wasn't strength.
It was desperation.Betrayal sharpened into violence.A destiny dragging itself forward by rage alone.
The Final Clash ❄️⚔️
After two hours…Only Valmira remained.
Her armor dented.Her stag gone.Her magic nearly empty 😰.
She raised her staff with trembling arms.
"You… monster—"
King stepped forward.
One boot missing 👢❌.Left arm hanging useless.Blood pouring from his ribs 🩸.
He balanced on one leg.Barely standing.
A corpse deciding when to fall.
He swung his fist.
One hit 💥.
Valmira flew into the snow and didn't get back up.
The army was finished.
Silence returned.
The Laugh of a Fallen Hero ❄️🖤
King swayed.
The wind nudged him 🌬️.He almost fell.
But somehow… he stayed upright.
Bleeding.Shaking.Breathing like a dying dragon 🐉.
He looked at the Queen.At the High Priest.
Then he laughed.
Not madness.Not joy.
A cracked, exhausted laugh of someone who survived a fate no one wanted for him 😮💨.
"Hey…" he panted."Queen…""Priest…"
He spread his arms weakly, blood dripping like melted rubies 💎🩸.
"Meet the hero…""…who will destroy evil."
He took a step.Nearly collapsed.
Then whispered, voice steady with pain and certainty:
"And then…""I will become the evil."
A broken smile formed.
"So no one…""…has to dream that fake dream again."
The High Priest's eyes filled with sorrow 😔.The Queen's expression hardened ❄️.Ember covered her mouth, tears falling 😭.
And King—bleeding, dying, victorious—stood alone in the snow.
A hero creatednot by gods…but by suffering ❄️🔥.