The ground quivered beneath Sukojo's feet, each step resonating with the dark promise of annihilation. His eyes, cold and merciless, surveyed the landscape ahead—a world trembling in anticipation of his wrath. He paused for a moment, relishing the silence before the storm. But as he prepared to take another step, something unexpected happened.
The air around him seemed to ripple, as if reality itself was fraying at the edges. A sharp crack echoed through the sky, followed by another, and another, until the very fabric of the world began to fracture like shattered glass.
Sukojo: (gritting his teeth) What is this?
Dark, still reeling from the recent battle, pushed himself to his feet. He blinked through the blood and sweat, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. The cracks in the sky widened, revealing glimpses of something that made his heart race—images of a different time, a different Sukojo.
Dark: (softly, in disbelief) Sukojo... do you see that?
Sukojo's gaze sharpened, his usual confidence wavering as he turned his attention to the fractures in reality. Through the cracks, scenes began to play out—scenes of battles fought not in destruction, but in defense. He saw himself clad in golden armor, leading armies against monstrous forces, protecting those who could not protect themselves.
Sukojo: (voice trembling with anger) Lies... This must be some kind of trick!
But as he watched, the scenes became more vivid, more real. Memories he had long buried—or perhaps had been buried for him—began to resurface. There was a time, long ago, when he was not the destroyer, but the savior. A time when he fought not to spread chaos, but to prevent it.
Dark's eyes widened as the truth began to dawn on him.
Dark: (urgently) Sukojo, what if... what if everything we've been told about you is a lie? What if you weren't always this... this monster?
Sukojo's fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms as he struggled to process what he was seeing. The memories were undeniable, but to accept them would mean accepting that everything he believed about himself was a lie.
Sukojo: (fiercely, yet with a hint of doubt) No! I am the Devourer of All! I bring chaos and destruction to those who stand in my way!
But even as he spoke, the cracks in reality continued to widen, revealing more of his forgotten past. He saw a council of gods, their faces stern as they passed judgment on him. He saw himself arguing with them, defying them, refusing to bow to their will. He was a hero, once. A hero who had been betrayed.
Sukojo: (whispering, almost to himself) They... they did this to me. They took who I was and twisted it... turned me into this...
Dark stepped closer, his voice now gentle, almost pleading.
Dark: (softly) Sukojo, you don't have to be this anymore. We can find the truth together. We can expose what they did to you.
Sukojo's eyes burned with a mixture of rage and pain as the memories flooded back, overwhelming him. He had been the universe's greatest protector, only to be turned into its worst nightmare by the very gods he once served. And the one behind it all...
Sukojo: (voice darkening) Cosmic... This was his doing. He... he turned me into this monster.
The ground beneath them shook violently as Sukojo's anger grew, his power surging uncontrollably. But beneath the rage, there was a flicker of something else—a glimmer of the hero he once was.
The ground beneath them shook violently as Sukojo's anger grew, his power surging uncontrollably. But beneath the rage, there was a flicker of something else—a glimmer of the hero he once was.
Then, just as suddenly, the shaking stopped. Sukojo stood there, his fists still clenched, but the fire in his eyes dimmed. He looked around as if seeing the world for the first time, his breath coming in ragged bursts.
Sukojo: (muttering to himself) What the hell am I even doing?
Dark watched him, unsure of what was happening but sensing the shift in Sukojo's demeanor. The raw, destructive energy that had been pouring out of him seemed to waver, replaced by something far more human.
Sukojo: (louder, almost questioning) What am I fighting for anymore? What's the point?
Dark took a cautious step closer, his tone more direct, like a friend trying to reach someone on the edge.
Dark: (calmly) Sukojo... You don't have to keep doing this. You're not that guy anymore. You don't have to be.
Sukojo turned to face him, his expression conflicted. He looked lost, like someone waking up from a nightmare and not knowing where they were.
Sukojo: (quietly) You don't get it, Dark. I used to be... I used to be something else. Someone else. But that's all gone now. Everything I cared about, everything I fought for... it's all been twisted into this.
Dark didn't flinch, keeping his voice steady and grounded.
Dark: (matter-of-factly) Yeah, I get it. You were a hero, right? Saved the universe or something? And then, what? Everything went to shit? Join the club, man.
Sukojo let out a bitter laugh, though there was no real humor in it. He looked up at the sky, as if searching for answers that weren't there.
Sukojo: (sighing) I had a family, Dark. A wife, a daughter. They were everything to me. And then Cosmic... he took them away, twisted everything until there was nothing left but this... rage.
Dark watched him carefully, understanding that this was the first time Sukojo had opened up about his past. It wasn't just about power or destruction anymore—it was about loss, about something that had been taken away.
Dark: (directly) So, what are you going to do? Keep destroying everything until there's nothing left? Or are you going to figure out what's next?
Sukojo looked at Dark, and for the first time, there was a softness in his eyes, a vulnerability he hadn't shown before.
Sukojo: (softly) I don't know if I can. It's all I've known for so long... the anger, the need to make everyone pay. But it's not working anymore. I don't feel... anything.
Dark nodded, almost as if he expected that answer. He had seen it before—people who had lost everything, who had nothing left but their anger. But he also knew that anger couldn't last forever. It would burn out, leaving nothing but ashes.
Dark: (firmly) Then maybe it's time to stop looking for revenge and start figuring out who you want to be now. The system might be gone, but it didn't take everything. You still have a choice.
Sukojo was silent, the weight of Dark's words sinking in. He had spent millennia consumed by rage, driven by the need to destroy, to avenge. But now, for the first time, he saw that there might be another way—a way out of the darkness.
Sukojo: (almost to himself) I don't know if I can do it... But maybe... maybe it's worth trying.
Dark simply nodded, his expression unreadable.
Dark: (decisively) Let's figure it out. Fucking he'll I can't believe I'm saying this though I do hate teamwork but. Let's figure this shit out together.
Sukojo took a deep breath, letting the tension drain from his body. He wasn't sure what the future held, but for the first time in a long while, he felt something other than anger. It wasn't much, but it was a start.
Sukojo: (nodding slowly) Yeah... Okay. Let's do this together. What could go wrong.
The ground beneath them finally stilled, the tension in the air dissipating. The world seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as the two stood there, not as enemies, but as two beings who had seen the worst and were now searching for a way forward.
Sukojo looked up at the sky, his expression one of mild exasperation.
Sukojo: (thinking) Pfft. Dumb brat.
On the surface, his thoughts were dismissive, but beneath that exterior lay a calculating mind. Sukojo was no fool; he knew exactly what he was doing. Every move, every word was part of a larger plan, a game that only he fully understood. He allowed Dark to think he was swayed, that perhaps there was a chance for redemption or change. It was easier this way, to let others believe they were in control.
Sukojo: (thinking) Let him think he's won me over... Let him think I care.
His eyes flickered with a brief, unreadable emotion before returning to their usual coldness. This wasn't about redemption or some sentimental journey of self-discovery. This was about survival, power, and ensuring that when the time came, he would be the one left standing.
Sukojo: (thinking) Play the part, keep them close, and when the time is right... well, we'll see who the real fool is.
He glanced at Dark out of the corner of his eye, his expression neutral, almost relaxed. But behind that mask, Sukojo's mind was racing, plotting his next steps with the precision of a seasoned strategist.
Sukojo and Dark continued walking, the atmosphere between them no longer charged with suspicion but with a growing sense of purpose. Dark, for the first time in a long while, felt like he could trust someone, even if that someone was Sukojo. The bitterness and wariness that had clouded his judgment began to fade as he allowed himself to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, Sukojo had turned a corner.
Dark: Where are we going?
Sukojo: There's a place nearby—an ancient grove. It holds something we'll need for the journey ahead.
Dark nodded, accepting Sukojo's words without hesitation. He didn't question the sudden shift in their relationship, or why Sukojo, who once seemed bent on destruction, now spoke of plans and journeys with him as an ally. For Dark, the idea of finally having someone he could rely on was enough to quell any lingering doubts.
The forest around them thickened, the trees growing taller and more twisted as they ventured deeper. The air grew heavier, laden with the scent of earth and something ancient, something that pulsed with life and death in equal measure.
Sukojo: (calmly) We're almost there.
Dark could feel it too—a presence, powerful and undeniable, pulling him forward. It wasn't long before they reached a small clearing, dominated by a single massive tree. Its branches were heavy with dark, crimson flowers that seemed to glow with a faint, otherworldly light.
Sukojo: (pointing) There it is—the Flower of Life and Death. It's an artifact of immense power. We'll need it for what's ahead.
Dark approached the tree without hesitation, his trust in Sukojo unshaken. The flower seemed to call to him, its petals trembling slightly as he reached out to pluck it from the branch. As his fingers closed around the flower, a surge of energy coursed through him—an overwhelming mixture of warmth and cold, of vitality and decay. But Dark didn't flinch; he accepted the power of the flower as if it were a gift meant for him alone.
Sukojo: (smirking slightly) Good. We're going to need that. Keep it close.
Dark: (nodding) I will.
He carefully secured the Flower of Life and Death, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction. Sukojo had led him here, to this place of power, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, Dark allowed himself to believe that things were finally turning in his favor.
Sukojo: (gesturing forward) Come on, there's more to do. We've got a lot to prepare for.
Dark fell into step beside Sukojo, his faith in their alliance growing stronger with each passing moment. He didn't question the path they were on or the strange artifact he now carried; he simply trusted Sukojo's guidance, believing that together they were on the right track.
Sukojo: (thinking) He's falling into place perfectly. Soon, this will all be mine.
Without another word, Sukojo abruptly stopped walking and turned away from Dark. He didn't offer any explanation or even a glance in Dark's direction. Instead, he simply began to walk away, his steps deliberate and unhurried.
Dark: Sukojo, where the hell are you going?
There was no response. Sukojo kept moving, his figure growing smaller as he moved deeper into the shadows of the forest. Dark quickened his pace, trying to catch up, his confusion quickly turning to frustration.
Dark: (louder) Sukojo! What the fuck? Where are you going?
But Sukojo didn't even acknowledge him. With a sudden burst of speed, Sukojo leaped into the air, his form blurring as he ascended far above the treetops. Dark could only watch as Sukojo disappeared into the sky, vanishing completely from sight.
Dark: (gritting his teeth) What the hell was that all about?
Dark stood there for a moment, staring at the spot where Sukojo had disappeared, his mind racing with questions. But before he could make sense of it, a sudden notification flashed across his vision. It wasn't like the usual system prompts—this one was different, more ominous. The words seemed to burn into his mind, carrying a weight that made his heart pound in his chest.
System Notification:
Impossible Quest: Kill Nen and Retrieve Blade of Death
Dark's eyes widened in shock, his breath catching in his throat.
Dark: (whispering to himself) Seriously? The fuck?
He blinked, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. The system had been deleted, or so he thought. Yet here it was, presenting him with a quest that seemed beyond comprehension. His mind raced, trying to piece together what this meant, but all he could focus on was the name—Nen—and the ominous task of retrieving the Blade of Death.
Dark: (thinking) What the hell kind of bullshit is this? How am I supposed to kill Nen? And what the fuck is the Blade of Death?
He shook his head, trying to push back the rising tide of dread. But it was no use. The quest had been burned into his mind, and he knew there was no escaping it. Whether he wanted to or not, he was being pulled into something far bigger, far darker than he had ever anticipated.
Dark: (clenching his fists) Fuck it. I'm not backing down now. If that bastard wants to play games, then fine. I'll finish what I started.
With renewed determination, Dark continued forward, his grip tightening on the Flower of Life and Death. The forest around him seemed to grow darker, the air heavier with an impending sense of doom. He knew that whatever lay ahead, it wasn't going to be easy. But Dark had never backed down from a fight, and he wasn't about to start now.
Dark: (muttering) If this is what it takes to finally end this shit, then bring it on.
As he moved deeper into the forest, the shadows around him seemed to close in, suffocating and relentless. But Dark kept going, each step fueled by a mix of anger, fear, and a grim resolve to see this quest through to the bloody end.
The stakes had never been higher, and the path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty. But one thing was clear—there would be blood. And Dark was ready for it.
The forest grew darker as Dark pressed on, his mind still reeling from the sudden, ominous quest that had been thrust upon him. The air around him seemed to thicken with every step, the oppressive silence only broken by the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant cry of some unseen creature. The shadows twisted and coiled like living things, but Dark pushed forward, his grip tightening on the Flower of Life and Death.
Dark: (thinking) This is fucked up... Sukojo, what the hell are you playing at?
The thought of Sukojo's sudden departure gnawed at him, but there was no time to dwell on it. He had a task ahead of him, a task that seemed impossible. Yet, impossibility had become his reality—an endless series of challenges designed to break him, to force him to confront his limits and push beyond them.
As he moved deeper into the forest, the trees began to thin, revealing a path that led to a clearing. The ground here was charred and barren, the remnants of some past battle or calamity. At the center of the clearing stood a lone figure, his presence commanding and ominous.
Nen.
Dark's heart skipped a beat. He had known this confrontation was inevitable, but seeing Nen now, standing there like a monolith, brought the full weight of the task crashing down on him. Nen's golden armor glinted in the faint light, his eyes cold and calculating as they locked onto Dark's.
Nen: (voice echoing through the clearing) So, thou hast finally arrived. Art thou ready to face thine end?
Dark swallowed hard, his pulse quickening. The system's notification echoed in his mind, urging him forward, but every instinct screamed at him to turn and run. But Dark wasn't one to back down. Not now, not ever.
Dark: (through gritted teeth) I'm not here to die, Nen. I'm here to kill you and take that fucking blade.
Nen's expression twisted into a cruel smile, a chuckle rumbling from deep within his chest.
Nen: (mockingly) Bold words for one so outmatched. Hast thou forgotten who I am, brother? I am power incarnate. I am thine elder, thy superior in every conceivable way.
Nen's voice echoed through the ruins, dripping with arrogance and superiority. Dark could feel the weight of his brother's words pressing down on him, each syllable a reminder of the power imbalance between them. But Dark wasn't about to back down, not after everything he'd been through.
Dark: (snarling) You talk too much, Nen. Let's see if your blade can match your arrogance.
Nen's eyes narrowed, his golden aura flaring up, casting an ethereal glow across the decaying cathedral. The ground beneath their feet trembled as Nen's power surged, the very air around them crackling with energy. Dark braced himself, gripping his greatsword tighter, ready for the inevitable clash.
Nen: (coldly) Very well, brother. Let us end this charade.
With a burst of speed that seemed impossible, Nen charged at Dark, his blade leaving trails of golden light in its wake. Dark barely had time to react before the first strike came, a downward slash aimed straight at his head. He raised his greatsword just in time, the two blades colliding with a deafening clang that reverberated through the cathedral.
The force of the impact sent shockwaves through the ground, shattering the stone floor beneath them. Dark gritted his teeth, every muscle in his body straining as he struggled to hold his ground. But Nen was relentless. He followed up with a flurry of strikes, each one faster and more powerful than the last.
Nen: (with disdain) Thou art but a shadow of what thou couldst have been, brother. A pitiful wretch, clinging to false hope.
Dark could feel his strength waning as he parried each of Nen's attacks. The power behind Nen's strikes was overwhelming, pushing Dark further and further back. His arms trembled under the strain, the muscles burning with the effort of keeping up with his brother's relentless assault.
Then, with a sudden shift in momentum, Nen changed his angle of attack. He swung his blade in a wide arc, catching Dark off guard. The force of the blow was immense, far greater than any before. Dark's greatsword clashed against Nen's weapon, but the impact was too much.
Dark's grip faltered, and Nen's blade smashed through his defense, slamming into his chest. The force of the blow sent Dark flying backward, crashing through the weakened walls of the cathedral. He felt his ribs crack under the pressure, a sharp pain lancing through his side as he was thrown into the air like a ragdoll.
Dark crashed through the crumbling stone, the impact shattering the remnants of the wall and sending debris flying in all directions. He hit the ground hard, the force of the landing knocking the wind out of him. His greatsword clattered to the ground beside him, the blade dulled and chipped from the ferocity of the battle.
For a moment, everything was a blur. Dark's vision swam, and he could barely make out the ruined cathedral around him. Dust filled the air, obscuring his view and making it difficult to breathe. But he forced himself to move, to push past the pain and the disorientation.
Dark: (gasping for breath) Fuck... he's strong... but I'm not done yet...
With a grunt of effort, Dark pushed himself up, using his greatsword to steady himself as he climbed to his feet. Every inch of his body screamed in protest, the pain almost unbearable, but he couldn't stop now. Not when so much was at stake.
As the dust began to settle, Dark could see Nen standing amidst the ruins, his golden aura still blazing, his eyes locked onto Dark with an unrelenting intensity. Nen looked untouched, as if the battle had hardly taken a toll on him.
Nen: (mocking) Didst thou truly believe thou couldst stand against me? Thou art nothing but a fool, destined to be crushed under the weight of thine own hubris.
Dark spat blood onto the ground, his gaze never leaving Nen's. Despite the overwhelming odds, despite the pain and the exhaustion, he refused to back down.
Dark: (growling) I'm not done yet, you pompous prick. Let's finish this.
With renewed determination, Dark gripped his greatsword tightly and prepared himself for the next round.
Dark gritted his teeth, his body screaming in protest as he forced himself to stand tall. Blood trickled down his side from where Nen's blade had struck, staining his clothes and dripping onto the shattered stones beneath his feet. He took a deep breath, the taste of iron filling his mouth as he readied himself for the next onslaught.
Nen: (with a cold smirk) Come now, brother, show me the strength of thy resolve. Or wilt thou crumble like the pitiful wretch thou art?
Dark didn't respond with words. Instead, he answered with action. He lunged forward, closing the distance between them in an instant. His greatsword swung in a wide arc, aiming to cleave Nen in two. But Nen was fast—far faster than Dark had anticipated.
With a fluid motion, Nen sidestepped the strike, his movements graceful and precise. Dark's sword cut through the air where Nen had been just moments before, the force of the swing sending a shockwave through the ground, splitting the stone beneath them.
Nen: (mockingly) Is that all? Thou must do better than that, dear brother.
Dark's eyes narrowed, frustration mounting. He spun around, bringing his sword back up for another strike, but Nen was already moving. He ducked under Dark's blade, stepping into his guard with a speed that was almost impossible to track.
Nen's fist shot forward, slamming into Dark's stomach with the force of a freight train. Dark felt the wind leave his lungs as he was lifted off his feet by the impact, his ribs groaning under the pressure. Before he could even register the pain, Nen's knee came up, crashing into Dark's chin with a sickening crack.
The blow sent Dark sprawling backward, blood spraying from his mouth as he hit the ground hard. His vision blurred, stars dancing in his eyes as he struggled to regain his bearings. But Nen wasn't finished.
Nen: (with cruel satisfaction) Come now, brother, dost thou truly believe thee can withstand me?
Nen closed the distance again, this time with a series of precise, calculated strikes. He moved like a shadow, his fists and feet a blur as he unleashed a barrage of attacks. Each punch, each kick was delivered with pinpoint accuracy, targeting Dark's vital points with brutal efficiency.
Dark tried to block, to parry, but Nen's speed was overwhelming. A punch to the side of his head sent his ears ringing, followed by a sharp elbow to his ribs that made him gasp for air. Nen's foot connected with his knee, the joint buckling under the pressure and forcing Dark to drop to one knee.
But Dark wasn't about to give up. With a roar of defiance, he brought his greatsword up in a desperate counterattack, the blade cutting through the air with deadly intent. This time, it found its mark, slicing across Nen's chest and drawing blood.
Nen hissed in pain, but the wound only seemed to fuel his rage. He responded with a brutal backhand that sent Dark crashing to the ground once more. The impact jarred Dark's entire body, his bones aching with every movement, but he refused to stay down.
Dark: (through gritted teeth) I'm not done yet, you bastard!
He pushed himself up, blood dripping from a cut above his eye, his vision clouded by the red haze of battle. Dark's grip tightened around the hilt of his greatsword, his knuckles white as he prepared for Nen's next assault.
Nen's eyes gleamed with a sadistic delight as he moved in for the kill. He swung his blade with all his might, the edge aimed directly at Dark's neck. But Dark wasn't going to let it end like this.
In a last-ditch effort, Dark ducked under the swing, his body twisting with the motion as he launched himself forward. He slammed into Nen with all the force he could muster, driving his shoulder into Nen's chest and knocking the wind out of him. The impact sent both of them tumbling across the ground, grappling and struggling for dominance.
Their fight devolved into a savage brawl, each man using every ounce of strength and skill they possessed. Dark landed a vicious headbutt that split Nen's lip, blood splattering onto the cracked stones beneath them. Nen retaliated with a sharp knee to Dark's ribs, the sickening crunch of bone breaking echoing through the cathedral.
But Dark didn't care about the pain. He fought with everything he had, every punch, every kick fueled by sheer determination. He drove his elbow into Nen's throat, earning a satisfying gasp of pain, but Nen wasn't about to be outdone. With a snarl, Nen twisted his body, bringing his heel down on Dark's ankle with a brutal stomp that sent agony shooting up his leg.
Dark roared in pain, but he used the momentum to his advantage. He swung his greatsword in a wide arc, the blade catching Nen across the thigh and cutting deep. Blood sprayed from the wound, coating the ground in a dark, slick sheen.
Nen staggered back, his eyes blazing with fury. He raised his blade, ready to deliver the finishing blow, but Dark was already moving. With a desperate surge of energy, he lunged forward, driving his fist into Nen's jaw with all his might.
The impact was like a thunderclap, sending Nen reeling. Dark followed up with a series of rapid punches, each one connecting with brutal force. Blood flew from Nen's mouth with each strike, his face twisted in pain and rage.
But Nen wasn't done. With a roar of fury, he grabbed Dark by the throat, lifting him off the ground with one hand. Dark struggled, his vision dimming as Nen's grip tightened, cutting off his air.
Nen: (with venom) Thou art nothing, brother. Nothing but a pest to be exterminated.
Nen raised his blade, ready to deliver the final blow. But as he did, Dark's hand shot out, grabbing hold of Nen's wrist. With a burst of strength born from sheer desperation, Dark twisted, forcing Nen to drop the blade.
Dark crashed to the ground, gasping for air as Nen stumbled back, clutching his wrist. But Dark didn't waste a second. He grabbed his greatsword and charged, slamming the hilt into Nen's face with a sickening crunch.
Nen's nose shattered under the impact, blood pouring down his face as he fell to one knee. Dark didn't let up. He brought his knee up, driving it into Nen's face with all the force he could muster. Nen's head snapped back, blood spraying from his mouth as he collapsed onto the ground.
Dark stood over Nen, his chest heaving with exertion, his body battered and broken, but still standing. Blood dripped from his wounds, pooling around his feet as he stared down at his fallen brother.
Dark: (voice ragged) I told you... I'm not done yet.
Nen groaned, trying to push himself up, but Dark was already on him. He grabbed Nen by the collar, lifting him off the ground and slamming him against the nearest wall. The stone cracked under the force, pieces of rubble falling around them as Dark held Nen in place.
Dark: (fiercely) You think you're invincible, huh? You think you're better than me? Well, guess what, you piece of shit—I'm not stopping until one of us is dead.
With that, Dark pulled back his fist and drove it into Nen's stomach with all his strength. Nen gasped, his body convulsing with pain as Dark followed up with a punch to the face, then another, and another, each blow driving Nen deeper into the wall.
The cathedral shook with the force of Dark's assault, the ground splintering beneath their feet as Dark unleashed his fury. Blood flew with every punch, Nen's face a mask of pain and rage as he struggled to fight back.
But Dark was relentless. He slammed his fist into Nen's ribs, feeling the bones crack under the impact, then drove his knee into Nen's gut, doubling him over with a groan of agony. Dark didn't stop, his fists flying with brutal precision, each blow designed to break Nen down, to crush his spirit.
Finally, with a roar of triumph, Dark pulled back his fist for one final blow. He put everything he had into it, driving his knuckles into Nen's face with all the power he could muster. The impact sent Nen crashing to the ground, blood spraying from his mouth as he lay there, dazed and broken.
Dark stood over him, chest heaving, his body trembling with exhaustion. He raised his greatsword, ready to finish it, ready to end this once and for all. But as he looked down at his brother, something stopped him.
Nen lay there, bloodied and beaten, his breath coming in ragged gasps. But in his eyes, Dark saw something he hadn't expected—fear. For the first time, Nen looked truly afraid, truly vulnerable.
Dark hesitated, his grip on the greatsword faltering as he stared down at his brother. This wasn't how he had imagined it. This wasn't the victory he had wanted.
But before he could make a decision, Nen's hand shot out, grabbing hold of Dark's ankle. With a snarl of defiance, Nen pulled Dark down, sending him crashing to the ground. Dark grunted in pain, his greatsword clattering to the side as Nen scrambled to his feet, his face twisted in rage.
Nen: (furiously) Thou wilt regret ever standing against me!
Nen grabbed his blade from the ground, his movements fueled by desperation and anger. Dark struggled to push himself up, but Nen was already on him, his blade slicing through the air with lethal intent.
The fight wasn't over yet. Not by a long shot.
End Of Arc 1 Chapter 4