Chapter 132: The Final Confrontation
Kraggul, too, was feeling the strain. Despite his immense power and the boost from his Lord\'s Domain, the relentless assault from Rain was wearing him down. But his rage and ambition kept him going, each swing of his halberd fueled by his burning desire to cleave a better path for the Hobgoblins.
There was a tense stillness on both sides, a palpable hatred so intense it seemed the air itself would turn scarlet. Then, in an instant, both combatants burst into motion. Kraggul unleashed a flurry of devastating blows, each strike intended to smash Rain into the very earth. Rain responded with equal ferocity, his own attacks aimed to obliterate his foe, leaving nothing but dust and echoes.
They didn\'t just want each other dead — they wanted their enemy utterly destroyed, leaving no trace behind. The ground trembled beneath their fury, each clash of their weapons sending shockwaves through the battlefield, a testament to the raw power and determination driving their every move.
In a sudden burst of speed, Rain closed the distance between them, his sword aimed at Kraggul\'s heart. Kraggul swung his halberd in a desperate bid to block, but Rain anticipated the move. He twisted in mid-air, his wings giving him the agility to evade the halberd and bring his sword down on Kraggul\'s shoulder.
The blade bit deep, and Kraggul roared in pain. He retaliated with a powerful backhand swing that caught Rain across the chest, sending him sprawling to the ground.
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Rain gasped for breath, the pain searing through his body, but he forced himself to his feet.
Kraggul advanced, his halberd raised for a killing blow. Rain, drawing on his last reserves of strength, raised his sword and shield. The two clashed again, their weapons ringing out with each strike. The ground around them was scorched and battered, the aftermath of their struggle.
Rain\'s movements began to slow, his strength waning. Kraggul, sensing his opponent\'s weakness, pressed his advantage. He delivered a series of powerful strikes, each one driving Rain back. Desperation fueled Rain\'s defense, but he knew he couldn\'t hold out much longer.
With a final, thunderous strike, Kraggul shattered Rain\'s shield, sending pieces of it flying. Rain staggered back, his sword the only thing keeping him upright. Kraggul loomed over him, his halberd poised for the killing blow.
"You cannot stop me," Kraggul growled, his voice filled with dark triumph. His fiery aura blazed around him, making him appear as a demon. "You shall die here!"
Rain\'s breath came in ragged gasps as he stared over at Kraggul. Despite the pain and exhaustion, a fierce determination burned in his eyes. He tightened his grip on his sword, ready to take Kraggul with him if he had to.
Just as Kraggul was about to claim Rain\'s head with his halberd, his spirit energy suddenly depleted. The vibrant aura surrounding him flickered and dimmed, and his once-imposing Lord\'s Domain shattered like glass. The intense red glow that had enveloped him faded, leaving him momentarily vulnerable and visibly weakened.
Caught off guard by this sudden shift, Kraggul\'s movements became sluggish, his strength waning.
Seizing the opportunity, Rain surged forward. With a powerful thrust, his blade pierced Kraggul\'s heart, the steel driving deep through muscle and bone, emerging from his back in a gruesome display of finality.
Kraggul\'s eyes widened in shock and pain, his grip on the halberd faltering. Blood poured from the wound, staining Rain\'s weapon as the Hobgoblin King gasped for breath.
The once-mighty warrior\'s knees buckled, and he fell to the ground, Rain\'s blade still lodged in his heart. The battlefield fell silent, the gravity of the moment sinking in for both sides.
The Hobgoblins, who had cheered so fervently for their king, now stood in stunned silence, their faces etched with disbelief and sorrow.
The Ebizo soldiers, witnessing Rain\'s triumph, let out a collective breath they hadn\'t realized they\'d been holding.
~YEeaAarRgGhH!~
Instead of shouting in victory with the others, Rain found himself paralyzed, unable to move. Something strange was happening as if he was being transported elsewhere. He wondered if Kraggul\'s blade had claimed his head and he was now being taken to the afterlife.
A blinding light enveloped him, obscuring his vision. When the light faded, Rain found himself in a strange cell.
The air was thick with an oppressive energy, and the walls seemed to pulse with an eerie, otherworldly glow. The ground beneath his feet was cold and unyielding, and the cell\'s bars hummed with a faint, mystical vibration.
Rain looked around, bewildered. This place was unlike anything he had ever seen. It felt both ancient and alien, as if it existed outside the bounds of reality. His senses were heightened, every sound amplified, every movement scrutinized by unseen eyes.
"Where am I?" Rain muttered to himself, his voice echoing off the walls.
A figure emerged from the shadows, cloaked in darkness. It was Kraggul, but not as Rain had seen him before. This Kraggul was a child, his form vivid and his eyes glowing with a haunting intensity.
Strangely enough, the child couldn\'t see him and walked right past him like he was a ghost!
Rain gasped. "Wait . . . am I . .
. am I in Kraggul\'s past? But why? How?"
His questions went unanswered as the scene began to shift before his eyes, transporting him through the fragmented memories of Kraggul\'s life.
He was no longer in the strange cell but standing in the midst of a memory, watching a young Hobgoblin boy cowering in the corner. The boy\'s eyes were filled with fear and pain, his body covered in bruises and scars from the whips of his masters.