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The cemetery was a ruin of splintered stone and choking dust, but the real storm had only just begun. Shadows writhed at Arthur's feet like a restless ocean as his violet gaze burned on Larfleeze. The orange lantern floated above the shattered ground, orange constructs swarming like starved predators, each one bearing the warped shapes of beasts, aliens, and hoarders of every kind his greed could remember. All formerly living orange lanterns.
Arthur raised his hand slightly, The ground beneath him cracked open from the pressure, and from the depths of his shadow rose a monstrous silhouette, Doom, his massive frame hunching forward with a guttural, soundless roar. A moment later, violet light shimmered beside Arthur, coalescing into the tall form of Galatea. Her eyes glowed like amethyst, her lips curling in a smirk already aimed at the orange parasite before them.
Larfleeze's eyes widened, teeth gnashing in greedy delight. "Oh… you are like me." His voice dripped with a mix of hunger and realization. "You hoard them too...slaves made of light and shadow! You collect!" His long, clawed fingers twitched as if already scheming how to take them for himself.
Arthur's expression didn't shift, save for a faint tightening around his jaw. His reply was calm, dismissive, and cold. "Not quite."
Galatea floated forward a step, her voice sharp with anticipation. "Can I smash that ugly grin off his face, my king?" Her eyes didn't leave Larfleeze; they shone with the promise of violence.
Arthur's lips curled into a faint, approving smile. "Naturally, you are free to do so."
She didn't wait for more. In a streak of violet, Galatea shot forward like a thunderbolt, her fist slamming into Larfleeze's face with bone-rattling force. The orange lantern shrieked, his constructs screeching in tandem as he tumbled backward through the air, scraping a deep furrow through the cemetery before he could recover.
"You too will be Mine! All mine! Yet you dare touch me?!" Larfleeze howled, already summoning a swarm of gnashing, clawed constructs to intercept her.
Before they could close, a seismic impact shook the ground, Doom had charged, his massive body plowing through the first wave like a living avalanche. He tore an orange alien construct in half with his bare hands, then swung its twitching halves like clubs, battering another dozen to pieces. His claws raked through the swarm, catching one construct by the skull and using it like a battering ram to crush three more, sending glowing fragments scattering like embers.
The orange horde piled onto him in droves, wrapping chains, talons, and spiked constructs around his frame. Doom didn't slow even slow down his violet eyes burned, and his roar sent a shockwave that ripped them loose. One was snatched by the leg, hurled into the ground so hard the earth cratered; another was swatted aside, its form dissolving before it even hit the trees. It was chaotic, monstrous, and brutally efficient every swing sent debris and shattered constructs spinning through the air.
High above, Galatea traded blow for blow with Larfleeze. Each impact cracked the night, each swing leaving trails of orange and violet clashing like lightning. Her fist caught him in the ribs, sending him twisting through the air, but his claws lashed out, slicing a line across her cheek with a burst of greedy energy that hissed against her shadowed face.
"Little ghost!" Larfleeze snarled, his constructs surging to catch her. "You'll be mine, all of you! Every shadow, every scrap of power..mine!"
A flicker of movement behind him made his grotesque face twist, too late. Arthur was there, his doomsday bone gauntlet already drawn back. The punch landed like a thunderclap, the force rippling through the air as Larfleeze's eyes went wide and spittle burst from his mouth. His body shot across the night like a comet, trailing orange light.
Arthur didn't pause. He streaked after him, cloak flaring, and before Larfleeze could recover, the second blow landed a brutal uppercut that sent the orange lantern spinning higher, teeth snapping shut with an audible crack.
"Damn you!" Larfleeze choked, claws flaring as he tried to summon a shield of constructs, dozens of them blooming like grotesque orange flowers around him. "You think you can take what's mine?!"
Arthur didn't bother answer, not with words. His fist answered for him, driving Larfleeze sideways through the sky, smashing through the remnants of an old stone spire. Each punch was brutal and merciless, the kind that didn't just bruise flesh but cracked his pride and ego. The night itself seemed to tremble with the rhythm of their midair clash.
Below, Doom was still a hurricane of slaughter, and Galatea was carving through the constructs with cold precision, her smirk never fading despite the chaos that raged around her.
The sky had become a maelstrom of orange and violet shadow light, every clash between them tearing streaks through the air. Larfleeze bared his teeth, his eyes gleaming with feral greed, as his constructs swarmed like a hive around him claws, beasts, and twisted mockeries of the Orange Lantern Corps, each talking with his own voice.
Arthur cut through them with ease, the Kamish twinblade glowing in his right hand, his left arm wielding a shadow construct gun. "You… you wretched thing!" Larfleeze's voice cracked and warped with rage as he hurled a colossal construct a beast its jaws snapping to crush Arthur in the sky. "How… how can you withstand all of this?! You should be ash by now!"
Arthur's eyes narrowed, violet burning brighter, and the construct shattered against the invisible force of Ruler's Authority, crumbling into flickers of orange. He advanced through the fragments like they were nothing.
"Truly Pathetic, I expected more from you." His voice was calm, almost bored, as a shadow spear formed in the air beside him, then another, and another, dozens, darting forward in perfect synchronization. They pierced through the remaining constructs, ripping them apart mid-roar.
Larfleeze staggered back, clutching his ring hand, panting heavily as his army flickered and stuttered. "How…?" he rasped, the word torn from his throat in disbelief. "How is it possible for a lantern to wield such strength?"
Arthur's lips curled into a slow smile, his twinblade resting lazily over his shoulder as the air around him grew heavy, the shadows deepening until even the orange glow dimmed in their presence.
"Here's the thing, Larfleeze." His tone was almost amused, his gaze cutting through the chaos like a blade. "I am not a lantern."
Larfleeze's reptilian eyes widened, his grip on the ring tightening as if the truth itself had struck him. "What… what are you saying?"
Arthur's shadow surged behind him, vast and monstrous, unfurling into a legion of colossal hands, each clawed and burning with violet light. They spread across the sky , each finger twitching with restrained violence.
"This ring?" Arthur raised his hand, the Shadow Lantern's band gleaming faintly against his pale skin. "It's just an accessory. One of many tools at my disposal. My power doesn't begin or end with this."
The temperature seemed to drop. Even the wind paused.
Arthur's voice lowered. "I am the Shadow Monarch."
The colossal hands lunged. Larfleeze screamed, erecting barrier after barrier of blinding orange, layers of greed-forged power meant to hold back gods themselves. They cracked. Shattered. His screams turned from rage to raw panic as the first impact sent him tumbling through the clouds, the second folding his body like a broken doll.
Each fist was a hammer of a god. Each strike a thunderclap that rattled the bones of the earth below. Larfleeze tried to claw his way out, constructs flaring wildly giant hand, armored construct, but the shadow hands tore through them, grinding them into motes.
"Stop! STOP!" he shrieked as the barrage only grew more relentless, each punch driving him lower, lower still. His orange aura flickered, his greed-screams now lost beneath the deafening roar of shadow crashing upon him.
Arthur descended with him, one hand raised, fingers curled as though orchestrating a symphony of ruin. His smile never faded.
The final blow drove Larfleeze into the ground with a sound like a mountain collapsing. Dust and shattered stone erupted in a wave, the battlefield trembling beneath the weight of the monarch's wrath.
And still, the shadow hands kept moving, hammering him into the crater, refusing to let him rise.
Arthur halted the assault, Larfleeze lay in the crater below, his form twisted and bloodied, his ragged breath wheezing between sharp teeth. The once-manic, ravenous light of his ring sputtered in broken pulses across his battered frame. His claws twitched, grasping at the dirt as though it were treasure, he could not afford to lose.
Arthur's boots hit the ground with a low, resonant thud that cracked the earth beneath him. The air stilled. His gaze burned, the shadow construct fists coiled lazily behind him. For a moment, there was only the sound of stone settling and the distant echo of Doom crushing the remnants of his orange constructs.
He stepped closer, the sight of Larfleeze still drawing breath, still clutching that flicker of avarice, twisted a faint, cold smirk across Arthur's face.
"Still alive?" His voice was low, almost a whisper, he tilted his head slightly, studying the writhing form before him. "We can't allow that now, can we?"
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