Chapter six the end

The Goblin King staggers down from his throne, his bulk shaking the ground with each step. He looms over Crow, his divine aura crackling with power. "Gobin king: You dare invade my kingdom, mortal? You dare challenge my rule?" he bellows, his voice echoing through the cavern.

The Goblin King raises his hands, and a bolt of divine energy crackles from his fingertips, slamming into the ground at Crow's feet. The impact sends a shockwave through the cavern, knocking Crow back and shattering the stone beneath him.

Crow staggers to his feet, his shadow soldiers rallying around him. He can feel the power of the divine energy coursing through him, a searing pain that threatens to overwhelm his senses. But he pushes through it, his willpower fueled by the dark magic within him.

The Goblin King charges at Crow, his massive form moving with a speed that belies his bulk

Crow: So, the Goblin King dares challenge my power? He thinks his divine might can stop me? I shall show him the true meaning of darkness.

With a roar of defiance, Crow unleashes his shadow magic in a massive wave. Tendrils of inky darkness whip through the air, lashing at the Goblin King with inhuman speed and force. The oncemighty ruler stumbles back, his divine aura flickering under the onslaught.

Crow presses his attack, his shadows converging on the Goblin King like a tidal wave of despair. The king raises his hands, channeling his power into a barrier of shimmering light. But it's not enough. Crow's shadows break through, engulfing the king in a swirling vortex of shadow and rage.

The battle is brutal and savage, a testament to the depths of Crow's dark power.

The cavern shakes with the fury of Crow's assault, the Goblin King's divine aura flickering under the relentless onslaught of shadows. The king staggers back, his bulk trembling as he tries to marshal his power against the tide of darkness that threatens to consume him.

Crow presses his advantage, his eyes blazing with an otherworldly light. He can feel the Goblin King's divine energy weakening, the oncemighty ruler crumbling under the weight of Crow's dark magic. With a final, vicious thrust of his hands, Crow unleashes a torrent of shadows, ripping through the king's defenses and tearing into his very being.

The Goblin King screams, his agonized cries echoing through the cavern. His form begins to dissolve, his body and soul unraveling under the corrosive touch of Crow's power. The king's divine aura flickers and dies, his essence scattering like dust on the wind.

Crow kneels down over the fallen Goblin King, his hands trembling with anticipation and dark desire. He places his palms on the king's lifeless form, feeling the fading embers of divine energy still clinging to the husk of flesh and bone.

"Crow: Arise," he whispers, his voice a sibilant command. The shadows gather around the king's body, swirling and writhing with eager purpose. But as Crow channels his power, a spark of divine resistance flickers to life within the king, a final defiance that repels Crow's dark magic. With a growl of frustration, Crow releases his grip and steps back, watching as the shadow's dissipate into nothingness.

Undeterred, Crow attempts once more to bring the king back, his willpower straining against the barriers of divine protection.

Crow watches in grim satisfaction as the newly revived Goblin King rises from the dead, his form now cloaked in a shadowy aura. The king's divine essence, once a source of power, is now tainted by the dark energy that animates his undead form.

Crow turns to his massive army of undead goblins and orcs, all of them now under his control. The time has come to assert his dominance over this realm. He raises his hands, and the air crackles with dark energy. In a voice that echoes through the cavern, he commands:

"Crow: The Goblin King may have fallen, but our conquest has only begun. We shall march upon the other kingdoms, and none shall stand in our way. Let the realms tremble before the power of Crow and his shadow army!"