Fragile Phantasy

Part 21

KC gritted his teeth as he slowly consumed the healing herbs that he had gathered earlier. The bitter taste made his stomach churn, but he knew that it was necessary to heal his injuries. He lay there, waiting for the herbs to take effect, feeling the pain slowly recede but not disappear entirely.

Meanwhile, in the heart of the capital, His lazers and missiles rained down on the innocent people, causing chaos and devastation wherever he went. The streets were filled with the screams of the injured and dying, and the air was thick with the acrid smell of smoke and burning debris. Max unleashed a barrage of destruction that left the city in ruins. Buildings crumbled, streets exploded, and people ran for their lives, terrified screams of the innocent filled the air their screams echoing through the chaos. Max's weapons of destruction rained down upon the innocent like judgement, his maniacal laughter ringing out like a siren of death. The streets were littered with rubble and debris, and the once-beautiful city was now nothing but a desolate wasteland.

But then, from the shadows emerged Maximus Magnus, the capital emperor that have a great power and authority. With him was Qougre, his loyal right hand man territorial leader. "How dare you!" Magnus bellowed, his voice ringing out above the chaos. With a fierce determination, he launched himself at Max, ready to do battle. But Max was not so easily defeated. He unleashed a barrage of weapons at them, including lasers, missiles, bullets, and even cannons.

Max's attacks came fast and furious, but they were no match for the dark energy flames that surrounded Magnus and Qougre. The flames shimmered and crackled and became torrent of dark violet flames that consumed Max's onslaught and shielded Magnus and Qougre from harm.

"Let's see if you can handle the complete power of my watch," he taunted, as the dark energy emanating from his watch surged even more Max's watch enveloped the capital, plunging it into a never-ending night. The once magical and lively capital were now silent and empty, save for the occasional cry of a wounded citizen. But Max didn't care. He reveled in the darkness, as if it were his ally, and the people mere pawns in his twisted game. The ultimate power of his completed watch is to drain the life energy from all those unfortunate enough to be trapped within the darkness he had created. The wounded and weak people had aged before his eyes, their flesh withering away until they were nothing but bones. Max watched with a sinister smile as he absorbed their magical energy, growing stronger with each passing moment.

With that the flames protecting magnus and qougre is gone"Insolence!" Magnus and qougre launched another attack, but they were shocked to find that they had lost their magic.

"How did this happen? We lost our magic," Magnus exclaimed, clearly bewildered.

"What did you do?" qougre asked, his voice full of disbelief, as he watched his cestus weapon melt in his hand. The dark aura from Max's watch consuming it.

"Now let's see how you fare without magic," Max said, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. He pulled out a sharp scythe from his watch, and with swift, deadly strokes, he sliced through Magnus and qougre head, killing them as easily as one would squash an insect.

As the bodies of his victims fell to the ground, Max Stretch his body like finishing a long cardio, seemingly uninterested in the destruction he had caused. With a cold, indifferent expression, Max wiped the dirt and blood from his shirt as if he had just finished a mundane task as he continues to walk to the center.

Yet even as Max stood amidst the carnage, he was caught off guard by Magnus's miraculous revival. "You made a mistake poor boy" With the power of the souls he had absorbed from the past, Magnus returned to life his beheaded head float back to his body and all the dead souls around gathered creating maximus strongest weapon a towering dark violet flaming sword and he quickly struck Max using the massive sword. But Max was unimpressed, easily parrying the attack with his watch and absorbing the sword's energy.