Evolution begins with an ant colony

Chapter 69 A King's final wish

In the dense and ancient trees of the godforsaken forest, the cries of war raged on. The massive sounds of clashing metal, massive impacts, and furious roars echoed through the thick forest.

The thunderous claps of power echoed through the woods, as Akun and Phenor engaged in a battle of legendary proportions. Their titanic clash shook the earth, causing trees to tremble and leaves to rain down like tears.

The battle, though concealed by the dense forest, echoed through the forest like an ominous omen. Though no other tribe or their leaders could witness the battle directly, they all sensed the massive nature of the fight. It was a duel to the death, a clash of two beings whose power threatened to reshape the very dynamics of the godforsaken forest.

As the battle continued to unleash its fury, they could only wait in slience, wondering which tribe would emerge unscathed from the tempest that raged in the heart of the godforsaken forest.

In the never ending clash of power, Phenor began to realize the wight of his predicament. He had assumed he would have the upper hand with his mastery of dark magic and necromancy. However, as the battle raged on, it became obvious that Akun was not to be underestimated.

Phenor's once-confident demeanor gave way to concern and pain. He could feel the weight of his injuries mounting, the dark magic he was using to substain his body beginning to weaken.

Akun's counters were devastating, their impact more severe than Phenor had anticipated. Each collision between their titanic forces sent shockwaves through his body, leaving him with wounds that seemed to multiply with each passing moment.

Phenor found himself on his knees, gasping for air. His once-regal attire was in tatters, a proof of the ferocity of the battle. His body substained multiple cuts and bruises, with blood streaming down his lips - a sign of serious internal injuries.

With a huge roar, Phenor let out a battle cry that echoed through the forest lit by the moon, sounding like thunder.

He was ready for another round against Akun, not giving up. Everything felt like it was slowing down, and there was a tense quiet in the air.

But before Phenor could make his move, Akun's voice cut through the stillness. "I don't have time for this," he said. His purple eyes blazed intensly. In the blink of an eye, Akun lunched himself forward, a blur of dark silver armor and purple streaks of his mana.

He moved with such blinding speed that the colossal spectral reaper and Phenor himself seemed frozen in place. In an instant, Akun dashed through Phenor's spectral reaper, as if it were nothing more than a fleeting shadow. Slowly, the massive figure of the reaper began to disintegrate, its form dissappearing like smoke in the night air.

Emerging from the dissipating remnants of the reaper, Akun's dark silver armor gleamed in the moonlight. In one swift motion, he seized Phenor by the neck, his grip tight, fingers pressing into the kingin ruler's throat. Phenor's eyes bulged with shock and desperation as he struggled, clawing at Akun's armored hand, his gasps for air coming in ragged, frantic bursts.

Akun's voice was cold and unforgiving as he taunted Phenor, his purple eyes locked onto the struggling kingin. "Is this how you plan to uphold your image as a king? To set a king-like example?" he sneered, his words dripping with disdain. "To be in such a pathetic state, gasping for air while being held up by a mere insect?"

Phenor's struggles grew weaker as oxygen-deprivation began to take its toll. His face frowned with a mix of rage, frustration, and fear as he found himself at the mercy of this neverending challenge. The battle had taken a devastating turn, and Phenor, the proud kingin ruler, now dangled in the grasp of his foe, his royal composure shattered.

Akun's voice remained cold as he addressed Phenor, his tone filled with finality. "Oh, I forgot to return this earlier because I was filled with rage," he stated calmly. With an strange calmness, he straightened his fingers and then, in one brutal motion, drove his armored hand through Phenor's abdomen.