Clink! Click! Click!
A man dressed in purple armor, with a spear hung on his back, walked through a hallway that stretched so far it felt unending. After what felt like a long walk, he stood before a massive door. He remained there for some time, deep in thought, as if making a difficult choice.
Releasing a long breath, he finally summoned the courage and pushed the door open.
Creeeak—
Stepping through, a dimly lit room appeared before him. The room was eerily quiet—too quiet for one to even suspect anyone lived inside. Yet, straight ahead stood a throne facing the wall.
"Master..."
The purple-armored knight called out.
Just then—bzzt! crackle!—tiny arcs of lightning appeared on the throne, lighting up the room. Slowly, the chair turned around, revealing a man dressed in a black robe.
For a while, they stared at each other without a word, as only the crackling of lightning echoed through the room.
"Why?"
The man on the throne finally spoke, his deep voice resounding across the hall.
The knight's breath hitched for a moment before he clenched his fist.
Just then, a voice—cold yet strangely pleasing—resounded through the room with equal might.
"Because you are not fit to sit on that throne!"
Crack... creak...
Ice began to spread from the doorway, clashing against the lightning aura in the room.
BOOM!!!
The door exploded, shattering into countless pieces as fog rushed into the chamber. Stepping through were two men clad in crystal armor and a woman dressed in white.
Snowflakes drifted around her as she moved slowly, stopping beside the purple knight.
Unlike the others, who remained on guard, she appeared calm... almost relaxed.
"Lightning Monarch, it is high time you retired and allowed a new heir to take the throne."
"You—the nameless one, a creation of mortals—are not fit to rule the Celestial Realm with the Council."
As she spoke, energy gathered in her hand.
Whoosh!
She hurled an ice spike toward him in fury!
The spike moved so fast that no one had time to react—it pierced straight through the purple-robed man and struck the throne behind him before disintegrating.
Silence.
Just when they thought he had been hit—
Ahh!Ahh!
She turned—
—and froze.
Her men were hanging on a spear, pinned to the wall.
Drip... drip...
Standing before them was the purple-robed man, calmly pulling out the spear and letting their bodies fall to the ground.
Thud! Thud!
"Erin... you never learn."
Lightning crackled violently around him.
The Ice Monarch's eyes widened in horror as she watched her men die before her.
Whoosh!
The Lightning Monarch vanished!
This time—his target was the purple-armored knight.
The knight, who had just witnessed the deaths, tightened his grip as lightning began to surge around him too.
Crackle! Bzzzt!
Whoosh!
He vanished as well.
CLANG!!!
Their spears collided mid-air!
The knight was blasted backward—BOOM!—and sent flying, while the purple-robed man stood firmly in his place.
The Lightning Monarch calmly looked up at the ceiling.
"Still watching the fun?"
BOOOOM!!!
The ceiling exploded as figures descended one after another, landing with immense pressure.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Their auras were overwhelming—far greater than that of the others.
All were dressed in robes of different colors.
A man in white stepped forward.
"The Council has decided to strip you of your Monarch power. You are no longer fit to sit on that throne."
As he spoke, the spear in his hand began to glow brilliantly.
"Hand over the lightning ring."
The purple-robed man slowly looked around. Though clearly outnumbered, there was no fear on his face.
"At the end... it is all because I have no blood..." he muttered.
Lightning gathered violently around him.
Crackle!!! BOOM!!!
"Then let the lightning have one last dance!"
Whoosh!!!
He vanished, leaving only an afterimage behind.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!!
All the Monarchs disappeared with him as flashes of different colors clashed across the heavens.
BOOM! CRASH! RUMBLE!!!
Destruction spread across vast distances, annihilating countless beings in its wake.
The battle raged on—endless... eternal...
Until—
HAHAHAHA!!!
A loud voice resounded through the heavens.
"At the end, this power will never be mine—all because I have no blood!"
"Then if the heavens deny me blood—"
"I SHALL CARVE MY OWN BLOOD PATH!!!"
BOOOOOOOM!!!!!
The clashes that had shaken the heavens finally came to an end with that final proclamation.
Silence fell.
The war came to be known as Lightning Dusk.
Its tale spread across all realms—forever striking fear into the hearts of those who witnessed it.