Defeat

Alex clenched his fists tighter, his knuckles cracking as he delivered another crushing blow to Murzok's skull.

His movements were relentless, each strike faster and harder than the last.

The sound of fists meeting flesh echoed through the frozen wasteland like thunderclaps, a brutal rhythm of vengeance and fury.

Blood sprayed across Alex's arms, painting his glowing red aura in a sickening crimson.

Shards of ice mixed with the gore, flying into the air like glass as the cockatrice's body was pressed deeper into the shattered ground.

Alex's muscles burned with the raw power surging through him, but he didn't stop. He couldn't stop.

Murzok's feather blades, once sharp and deadly, lay useless on the ground, forgotten.

The cockatrice king had lost his focus, his once-proud control over the battlefield shattered by the unrelenting assault.

His mind blurred, each punch driving him closer to the edge of unconsciousness.