The Moonlight Swordsman



"Sorry Alizza, but I need to do this," David slowly whispered.

"It's okay David, I am ready. I wish I could meet you in another life."

"What are you both babbling? Don't tell me, now you are scared and regretting the decision." Prince said.

David and Alizza continued their attack without saying a word in response to the prince's taunt, their resolve unwavering.

Alizza took the initiative and charged at the prince, the blade twirling smoothly in her fingers.

She thrust the blade towards him with lightning speed, aiming for his vulnerable spots.

However, the prince's reflexes were razor-sharp as he skillfully evaded each thrust, his movements precise and calculated.

Meanwhile, David took advantage of the situation, surprising the prince with a rapid and unexpected slash in an attempt to deal a killing blow.

With a grip as firm as rock, Prince caught the blade barehanded, feeling the sharp edge cut into his palm. Despite the pain, he managed to prevent the blade from severing his hand.

He took advantage of the close proximity and swiftly pulled David towards him.

David's already damaged nose took the full force of his headbutt, sending him reeling for a moment. In the midst of their fierce conflict, blood spurted from both men's wounds, presenting a terrible spectacle.

In a desperate move, Alizza's small blade found its mark as she swiftly rolled and sliced through the prince's leg. The prince staggered and grimaced in pain as the blade sliced into his flesh and muscles.

"Fuck this bitch," The injured prince suddenly sprinted in Alizza's direction, his gaze never leaving her.

But David again blocked his passage with rapid and accurate action, preventing him from getting to her.

The trio engaged in a relentless dance of blades, their movements intertwining in a deadly symphony.

Despite their wounds and the toll the battle had taken on their bodies, none of them showed any sign of surrender.

David fought with unwavering determination, his broken nose and numerous wounds serving as reminders of his sacrifices. As fatigue began to settle in, his eyelids grew heavy, a testament to his dwindling strength.

Despite knowing that his time was short, he devised a strategy to secure the prince's death.

With haste, David retrieved the final artifacts bestowed upon the rioters by Theodora's kingdom. One was a compact copper box, intricately designed and seemingly imbued with hidden power. The other was a slender tube, its purpose shrouded in mystery.

"Let's die together, prince..."

"You Asshole..."

Alizza boldly stepped in front of the charging prince to shield her friend, David. But the prince's superior power made her efforts fruitless.

With a brutal strike, his hand pierced through her chest, causing blood to spill from her mouth and the fatal wound.

Alizza, out of breath from the pursuit, was shoved aside as the prince closed in on David.

As the realization dawned upon the prince, he witnessed David breaking the tube, releasing an invisible gas that swiftly permeated the surroundings.

With a sinister smile, David clicked the copper box, igniting a spark that ignited the gas in a blazing explosion.

*BOOOOOOOMM*

The flames consumed everything in their path, engulfing not only the dance establishment but also a significant portion of the town.

The guards, the rioters, and everyone else involved in the fighting were all sucked into the deadly explosion.

The earth trembled beneath the violent force that erupted, reminiscent of a mighty explosion reverberating through the town.

There was complete anarchy and damage in the streets where peace had previously reigned as if a small firestorm had been set loose on the unwary inhabitants.

Innocent bystanders, caught in the midst of the cataclysmic event, were consumed by the flames and torn apart by the explosive force.

Their screams of agony reverberated through the night, mixing with the crackling of the relentless fire.

The dance establishment had been a bustling center of joy and celebration before the destruction struck, but now it was a somber reminder of the destruction.

Its burnt ruins stood out against the night sky, the building's skeleton structure collapsing under the weight of destruction, and the surrounding region littered with rubbish and the remains of broken lives.

Amidst the chaos and destruction, the prince's body lay scattered in fragments, his once regal form reduced to a scattered mosaic of flesh and bone.

On the other side, Alizza appeared to have been completely obliterated by the devastating blast.

David, though severely injured and disfigured, clung to life with all his remaining strength. His ripped chest, scarred face, and shattered leg testified to the ferocity of the explosion, but his weakening breaths foretold the inevitable departure of his spirit.

Through the billowing flames, David's gaze fixed on Katherine, a flicker of recognition and longing glimmering in his remaining eye.

Tears welled up and traced their way down his scarred face, blending with the soot and ash. The enveloping fire seemed to carry him ever closer to her, their reunion on the brink of oblivion.

"You have done enough, David; come back to me."

"Yes, Katherine I have done enough..."

His words hardly left his mouth before the advancing flames engulfed David and all in their path. The blazing sun melted into the smoldering rubble of the collapsed buildings and bodies lying around him.

A group of guards, headed by the imposing figure of Yongiri Balthazar, arrived as half of the town was in flames, throwing an eerie glow over the charred remnants.

Their faces reflected the seriousness of the situation; they knew the consequences would be severe. Yongiri looked around at the wreckage with grim determination, his eyes darting around in search of any signs of life among the rubble.

A frightening sight caught his eye among the tangled wreckage; a dismembered figure, once imperial but now reduced to ash and scattered pieces.

But even among the ruins, he saw a glimpse of light. In the midst of the flames, the regal ring proudly sparkled with the unmistakable symbol of the flying griffin.

It represented the legacy of the deposed prince and the power and authority he formerly held.

Yongiri Sighed.

"This motherfucker really dealt a deadly blow to the royals,"

VOLUME 1 ENDS...

Volume 2 will start tomorrow, "The Interkingdom Tournament."