Magnus Valther stood amidst the ruins, his body like an unshakeable fortress. His muscles were taut, his veins were bulging, and his eyes burned with the fire of battle. He wasn't just a fighter, he was an impenetrable wall, a titan who had endured thousands of battles without ever truly losing.
Before him, Twenty-Five just smiled faintly. His battle cloak fluttered gently, and his death cloth wrapped around his body like a living creature. He wasn't the type to rely on brute force like Magnus. He played with curses. With fate. His slender hands moved quickly, waving as if drawing invisible symbols in the air. Each movement radiated dark energy that made the air around them feel colder. He knew this battle wasn't just about physical strength, but also about who could control the flow of the battle, and he was sure he would win.
Magnus moved first, raising his pillar-sized arm and clenching his fist. His voice echoed like thunder, "Titan's Tremor!"
Boom!
The ground beneath him exploded, creating a shockwave that shattered everything within a radius of several meters. A large crack split the earth, spreading like a hungry giant serpent, while thick dust billowed into the air, covering the sky with a gray haze. Stones flew, some of them shattered into pieces before falling back to earth.
Twenty-Five jumped back lightly, as if gravity no longer applied to him. His body floated gracefully in the air, his death cloth fluttering like dark wings protecting him from the flying debris. However, Magnus had anticipated that. His sharp eyes followed every movement of his opponent, and his faint smile showed that he knew exactly what was going to happen next.
With a single thrust, his giant body shot forward like an arrow released from a bow. His fist, enveloped in a golden aura, rose high, emitting a blinding light, before crashing down with a force that seemed capable of splitting the earth. "Heaven's Gauntlet!" he roared, his voice echoing like the voice of an angry god.
Crash!
The air vibrated violently, as if the world itself held its breath. The ground beneath him shattered in a wide radius, creating a large crater that gaped like a giant's mouth. Twenty-Five was forced to use his death cloth to envelop his body, forming a dark shield that protected him from the devastating blow. Although he managed to avoid the direct hit, the air pressure from the attack was strong enough to throw him several meters back. His death cloth rustled, as if complaining about the almost unbearable force it was withstanding.
Twenty-Five landed lightly, his feet only touching the ground for a moment before he jumped again, keeping his distance. His cynical smile still radiated.
Twenty-Five stood up again, patting his now slightly dusty cloak. His movements were calm, as if the fierce battle just now was just a warm-up. "You're strong," he said, his voice sounded relaxed, almost dismissive. "But strength alone isn't enough to fight me." His eyes narrowed, a faint smile spread across his lips, as if he was enjoying every second of this battle.
He snapped his fingers, a small, meaningful gesture.
"Curse of Misfortune!"
Dark aura flowed from his palm, spreading into the air like invisible poison. The air around them suddenly felt heavier, as if the universe itself was changing to support his magic. Magnus felt something strange, like an invisible hand was clutching his shoulder, slowing his movements. But he didn't have time to think. He knew, one second of hesitation, and it could be the end for him.
He moved forward again, this time faster, his fist moving like a lightning strike. "Titan's Judgement!" he roared, his voice echoing like thunder. A flash of golden lightning enveloped his body, accelerating his movement to the point where it was almost invisible to the naked eye. The air hissed around him, as if being split by his incredible speed.
He was almost reaching Twenty-Five, his fist just inches from his face… But suddenly, his step stumbled. His right leg twisted for no apparent reason, as if the ground beneath him was intentionally moving to bring him down. Magnus almost lost his balance, but he managed to hold himself back, even though his attack went astray. His fist hit the empty air, while Twenty-Five had already jumped to the side with such a light movement, as if he already knew what was going to happen.
"I told you," said Twenty-Five, his voice calm and mocking. "Your strength means nothing if fate isn't on your side."
Twenty-Five chuckled softly, his voice cold and full of satisfaction. "The curse has worked," he said, his eyes narrowed as if enjoying every second of the chaos Magnus was experiencing.
Magnus growled, his face flushed with frustration. He swung another punch with full force, trying to hit his opponent. But this time, a piece of stone, from somewhere, flew sharply and hit his shoulder. The pain pierced, disrupting his balance. He tried to jump back to retreat, gain distance, but a crack suddenly appeared in the ground right under his feet. The ground was like alive, intentionally trapping him. Magnus stumbled for a moment, his knee almost touching the ground before he managed to hold himself back.
Everything was wrong.
He, Magnus Valther, an undefeated titan, was now made to look like an amateur soldier who had lost control of his own body. His breath quickened, his eyes widened in disbelief.
Twenty-Five swung his death cloth with a graceful movement, as if dancing amidst the destruction. "I think I've played with you enough," he said, his voice calm.
Twenty-Five immediately launched his attack, the cloth that always wrapped around his body darted like a dagger, moving quickly and agilely, enveloping Magnus's arm tightly. Magnus felt a strong pressure, the cloth was as if alive, gripping and restricting his movement. He exerted all his strength, his muscles tensed as he tried to tear the cloth apart. But the cloth wasn't easily broken, as if made of something stronger than metal. It was at that moment, from the corner of his eye, he saw Twenty-Five raise his hand casually, as if there was nothing to worry about.
"Doom of Fortune," said Twenty-Five, his voice calm but meaningful.
Magnus's eyes widened. Instantly, his body tensed, as if all the strength that had always been his pride was gone just like that. It felt like something was sucking his energy out of his body, leaving him weak and empty. He tried to step forward, trying to approach his opponent, but his knees gave way, unable to support his own weight.
His fist rose, but there was no strength left to swing it. His hand trembled, as if rebelling against the weakness that suddenly attacked. His heart… slowed. Its beat slowed, as if time was slowing down with it. His breath became heavy, and his vision began to blur.
Twenty-Five stared at him coldly. "Your luck is up."
Magnus Valther, the undefeated titan, one of the elite members of the Carmesim Order, who had always been considered an impenetrable fortress, finally fell to the ground. His strong and powerful body, which had always been a symbol of strength and resilience, now lay helpless. Without resistance, without hope, he died just like that, as if fate was cruelly playing with him. His legendary strength, which had carried him through thousands of battles, meant nothing in the face of a power that could control destiny.
Twenty-Five just sighed deeply, staring at the large body with a bored expression, as if Magnus's death was just an ordinary thing that wasn't worth paying attention to for longer. His cold eyes didn't show a hint of regret or satisfaction. "You trusted your body too much," he said, his voice flat. He glanced at Magnus once more, then, with a calm movement, he turned and left, leaving the silent battlefield. "Too bad, I cursed you from the beginning," he muttered softly.