"Surrender? Ha! I'm afraid that's not in my vocabulary," Marcus declared, his voice dripping with unyielding resolve. "I relish the opportunity to tear you apart, Demon Monarch!"
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The Demon Monarch recoiled, its arrogance replaced with a flicker of uncertainty. It had underestimated Marcus's audacity and the boundless power coursing through his veins. With a swift motion, Marcus tightened his grip on his pulsating weapon, an instrument of darkness ready to unleash its wrath.
The air crackled with anticipation as Marcus lunged forward, a blur of unstoppable force. In an instant, he closed the distance between himself and the Demon Monarch, his strikes a tempest of unrestrained fury. Each blow landed with bone-shattering impact, chipping away at the Demon Monarch's false sense of invincibility.