Chapter 2 End of the battle

Gilgamesh's laughter echoes across the ruined battlefield, filled with arrogance and disdain as he watches the figures summoned by Sung Jinwoo step forward. "Puppets," he sneers. "Is this the best you can muster? These shadows are no match for the might of a god!"

Without hesitation, Gilgamesh raises his hand, and countless golden portals shimmer into existence behind him. From them, an infinite cascade of blades erupts, each moving faster than the eye can follow, aimed directly at Igris.

The shadow knight charges forward, his burning blade glowing as he meets the oncoming storm head-on. But the speed and sheer volume of the attack are too overwhelming. The golden blades tear through his armor and form, slicing him into pieces. In an instant, Igris disintegrates into black dust, his shadowy essence scattered to the winds.

Gilgamesh's eyes gleam with triumph as he turns his gaze to Tusk and Bellion, who stand ready to retaliate. With a smirk, he casually swings his ancient sword, a weapon that radiates power older than the stars themselves. The air ripples as the blade releases a devastating wave of golden energy, its force unstoppable and unrelenting.

Tusk raises his staff, dark energy gathering as he prepares a massive spell to counter the attack. But the wave strikes him before he can unleash it, obliterating his form in a flash of golden light. His shadowy figure crumbles to dust, erased from existence.

Bellion, the towering swordsman, charges directly at Gilgamesh, his own blade glowing with ancient energy as he seeks to strike the King of Heroes down. Yet, even his speed and precision are no match for the overwhelming force of Gilgamesh's attack. The wave of golden energy crashes into him, shattering his armor and consuming him entirely. In mere seconds, Bellion is no more, reduced to nothingness.

Gilgamesh lowers his sword, his smirk widening as he surveys the battlefield, now littered with the remains of Jinwoo's strongest soldiers. "How disappointing," he says arrogantly. "These shadows of yours crumble like ashes before my power. You cannot possibly believe that they were a match for me."

He turns his gaze to Jinwoo, his golden eyes blazing with superiority. "What will you do now, Shadow Monarch? Without your so-called army, you are nothing but a man standing before a god. Kneel, and I may grant you a swift end."

The battlefield falls silent, the weight of Gilgamesh's overwhelming power hanging heavily in the frozen air. Yet Sung Jinwoo does not move, his expression unreadable as he prepares his next move.

Sung Jinwoo stood amidst the destruction, his face calm and unreadable, though deep within, shock rippled through him. In his mind, he muttered, What... I see now. He is no ordinary hero. His power exceeds even my expectations.

But he did not allow his thoughts to show. Instead, his eyes glinted with determination as he spoke, his voice steady and resolute. "If I can distract you and take that weapon of yours, perhaps your onslaught will falter."

Raising his hand, he issued a command to Ashborn, the original Shadow Monarch. "Ashborn, attack him. Show the King of Heroes the might of the shadows!"

Ashborn nodded silently, his presence growing even more oppressive as he stepped forward. The very air around him darkened, and the ground beneath his feet shattered with each step. Drawing his massive black blade, Ashborn surged forward with speed that defied comprehension, leaving a trail of dark energy in his wake.

Gilgamesh, standing tall amidst the rubble, smirked as he saw the Shadow Monarch approach. "Oh? The last of your puppets? Very well, let me teach you the futility of your struggle," he said arrogantly, raising his hand to summon more golden portals.

The gates of Babylon opened once again, and an endless stream of weapons poured forth, each one aimed at Ashborn. But unlike the others, Ashborn moved with the grace of a true master, weaving through the barrage with precision. His black blade met the golden weapons mid-air, shattering them with ease as he closed the distance.

In a flash, Ashborn was upon Gilgamesh, his sword swinging down with unrelenting force. The impact of the clash sent shockwaves rippling through the battlefield, the ground beneath them caving under the sheer power of their strikes.

Gilgamesh's ancient sword met Ashborn's blade, the collision of their energies creating a blinding explosion of light and darkness. The King of Heroes grinned, his eyes alight with excitement. "Impressive! But even you will fall, Shadow Monarch. Nothing escapes my might!"

As Ashborn pressed his attack, Sung Jinwoo stood back, his mind racing. He knew Ashborn's strength was unparalleled, but he also knew Gilgamesh was not to be underestimated. I need to find the right moment, Jinwoo thought, his gaze locked on the golden sword in Gilgamesh's hand. If I can snatch that weapon, even for a moment, I can shift the tide of this battle.

The stage was set for a clash of titans, the battle escalating to heights unimaginable, as two forces of absolute power collided once more. Asborne went at high speeds to attack gilgamesh sun jinwoo was going to go for sneak attack and coming to slay gilgamesh in his back side

Asborne and Sun Jinwoo closed in, their attacks synchronized in their intent to end the reign of the king of heroes. Yet, in an instant that defied the laws of time itself, Gilgamesh vanished from where he stood, leaving behind only the echo of his laughter.

Confusion reigned for a heartbeat, then terror. Asborne felt a sharp, cold pain across his chest, the sensation of his armor parting like water before an invisible force. He stumbled, looking down to see blood beginning to seep through the new wound, his mind racing to comprehend the impossibility of what had just transpired.

Sun Jinwoo, his own attack now aimless, felt the sting of defeat before the pain even registered. A whisper of air, a flash of something unseen, and his throat was cut, the warm trickle of blood a stark contrast to the chill of realization. As he fell, his eyes caught sight of Gilgamesh, not in front as expected, but beside him, his golden armor untouched by the fray, his eyes alight with the thrill of the hunt.

Gilgamesh stood, the embodiment of an enigma, his weapon - if weapon there was - unseen but undeniably lethal. His presence was a testament to his mythic status, not just a king but a force of nature, bending the rules of engagement to his will.

"A lesson in humility, warriors," Gilgamesh spoke, his voice echoing through the coliseum, a reminder of his dominion over life and death. "In battle, as in life, expect the unexpected."

With those words, he turned, leaving behind two fallen warriors and a story that would be told for centuries - of the day Gilgamesh fought not one, but two, and emerged not just victorious, but untouchable. The coliseum, once again, whispered of legends, of battles fought not just with steel, but with wit, speed, and the mysterious power of the unknown.

As Ashborn's form crumbled into black dust, Sung Jinwoo knelt there, frozen in disbelief. The Shadow Monarch—the being who once stood as the pinnacle of his power—was gone. The despair hit him like a tidal wave, a suffocating weight pressing against his chest. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Jinwoo felt helplessness claw at his soul.

His trembling hand clenched into a fist, blood dripping from his wound and staining the frozen ground beneath him. Yet, amidst the storm of his emotions, anger began to burn, fierce and unrelenting. His breathing grew heavier, and his eyes, once filled with calm resolve, now burned with fury.

"You..." Jinwoo muttered, his voice low and filled with rage. Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet, his body shaking from the pain and the overwhelming pressure emanating from Gilgamesh.

"You will pay for your deeds!" Jinwoo roared, his voice echoing across the shattered battlefield, carrying with it all the fury and determination he had left.

In that moment, something within Jinwoo awakened. The shadows around him writhed and expanded, their depths growing darker than the void itself. His aura exploded outward, an immutable force that seemed to consume everything it touched. The air became thick and heavy, the temperature dropping further as the very essence of death and despair radiated from him.

Jinwoo's body began to change. Dark-element metal formed around him, covering him in an imposing armor that radiated pure dominance. His eyes glowed with an ominous light, their intensity piercing through the darkness. His form exuded an aura so overwhelming that the earth beneath him cracked and shattered, unable to withstand his power.

This was his final form—the Shadow King in all his glory. A being not bound by mortality, but by the very concept of death itself.

Step by step, Jinwoo approached Gilgamesh, his every movement deliberate, each footfall echoing like a drum of war. The shadows surged around him like an ocean, their tendrils reaching out hungrily, eager to consume the King of Heroes.

Gilgamesh, standing amidst the destruction, raised an eyebrow as he watched Jinwoo's transformation. His smirk returned, though there was now a flicker of intrigue in his golden eyes.

"So, you've finally decided to show your true self," Gilgamesh said, his tone dripping with arrogance. He raised his ancient sword, its golden glow undiminished. "Come, Shadow King. Show me if your final form is worthy of my attention."

The battlefield trembled as the two forces, now at their peak, prepared to clash once more. The ultimate showdown between the King of Heroes and the Shadow King was about to begin.

The snow-covered battlefield was silent, save for the faint crunch of Sung Jinwoo's footsteps. In his Shadow King form, every step seemed to defy the laws of the universe itself. Gravity no longer held him, the ground barely supporting his immense, otherworldly aura. The dark-element metal encasing his body shimmered ominously, an embodiment of pure destruction.

Gilgamesh, standing amidst the ruins of their battle, wore a cocky smirk, his golden eyes glinting with amusement. His confidence remained unshaken as he watched Jinwoo's transformed state.

"If this is your so-called full power," Gilgamesh said, his voice brimming with arrogance, "then allow me to entertain myself. But I warn you, Shadow King—when I play hard, the world trembles."

Before Gilgamesh could react further, Sung Jinwoo vanished. The snow swirled in his wake, as though the very fabric of reality had been torn apart by his immeasurable speed.

Gilgamesh's eyes narrowed, his smirk faltering slightly. "What—"

In an instant, Jinwoo appeared behind him, his dark blade poised to strike. The sheer force of his movement sent shockwaves rippling outward, scattering the snow and shaking the earth. Jinwoo's sword, surrounded by an aura of death and shadows, descended with the power to shatter mountains and rend the heavens.

But before it could land, Gilgamesh moved.

With an effortless motion, he raised his sword—an artifact that defied all known laws of physics. The blade seemed to bend space itself, shimmering with golden energy that rippled outward like a tidal wave.

CLANG!

The collision of their weapons unleashed a blinding explosion of energy. Shadows and golden light intertwined and clashed, tearing apart the surrounding terrain. The ground beneath them crumbled, the snow evaporating into steam from the sheer heat of their power.

Gilgamesh smirked again, this time with a glint of genuine satisfaction. "Impressive, Shadow King. Your speed is formidable. But do not think for a moment that you can outmatch me!"

Their swords locked, the air between them crackling with energy as they pushed against each other, neither giving an inch. Jinwoo's glowing eyes burned with fury, while Gilgamesh's golden gaze remained calm, confident, and untouchable.

The clash of titans continued, the very world trembling under the weight of their power. Both warriors knew this battle was far from over.