Anos Voldigoad vs Sung Jin-Woo: Battle of Monarchs and Gods
The sky split open like glass, shards of stars crashing to the earth. In the middle of a ruined battlefield—frozen in time—stood Sung Jin-Woo, clad in obsidian armor, shadows coiling around him like smoke. His army of thousands roared behind him, eyes glowing violet, awaiting his command.
Across the field, standing atop the air itself, was Anos Voldigoad. Calm, arrogant, invincible. His sword Venuzdonoa pulsed with chaotic energy, a weapon that denied logic itself. Around him, the laws of reality bent—grass grew backward, time stuttered, magic shattered without being cast.
Jin-Woo stepped forward.
"You're strong... but I've killed kings, gods, and monarchs. You're just one more."
He raised his hand. "Arise."
The battlefield trembled as fallen beasts, soldiers, even long-dead Monarchs clawed out from the dirt. Bellion, Beru, Igris, and thousands more surged forward with a war cry.
Anos didn't flinch.
With a snap of his fingers, a black sun formed above him. "Dilhade's Judgment."
It fell.
An entire continent vanished.
But Jin-Woo teleported mid-command, appearing above Anos, dual daggers flashing with death. "Kamish's Fang." He struck with all his might—
Anos caught the blades between two fingers.
"Interesting. Let me show you despair."
In the blink of an eye, he reversed Jin-Woo's attack in time—wounds appeared on Jin-Woo before he had even attacked. But the Shadow Monarch gritted his teeth and absorbed the pain, his body healing instantly.
"Shadow Exchange."
He vanished, switching places with Beru—who was instantly atomized by Venuzdonoa—but it gave Jin-Woo the opening he needed.
He stabbed into Anos's back with a cursed dagger, infused with Monarch energy.
Anos stumbled slightly.
"You're the first to make me bleed in centuries," he smiled.
"Let me return the favor."
He erased the concept of pain from himself.
Jin-Woo's eyes widened. "That… that's not fair."
Anos raised his hand.
"Then allow me to be unfair."
He cast Egil Groene Angdroa—a magic combining creation and destruction. A black-and-gold flame swallowed reality itself.
Jin-Woo's army was annihilated. Shadows fled back into his body. Alone now, the Shadow Monarch activated his final form. His power surged to its peak—time slowed, space shattered, the void trembled around him.
They clashed.
Blade against blade.
Shadow against destruction.
Tactics versus supremacy.
Jin-Woo blinked through dimensions, summoning entire worlds as shields. Anos split them with a glance.
Jin-Woo stabbed from a thousand angles. Anos stopped them with a word: "Begone."
In one final, desperate move, Jin-Woo condensed every ounce of mana and life force into one massive strike—his ultimate shadow spear. He hurled it with the power of an exploding universe.
Anos closed his eyes.
Venuzdonoa moved once.
And the spear—along with all hope—ceased to exist.
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When the dust settled, Sung Jin-Woo knelt, gasping, his armor cracked, shadows flickering.
Anos stood above him, untouched.
"You were extraordinary," he said, and for once, his voice was not condescending—only respectful.
He extended a hand.
"You've earned your place among kings."
Jin-Woo smiled faintly, took it—and the battlefield faded into memory.
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