Evolution begins with an ant colony

In the dense and ancient trees of the godforsaken forest, the cries of war raged on. The massive sounds of clashing metal, massive impacts, and furious roars echoed through the thick forest.

The thunderous claps of power echoed through the woods, as Akun and Phenor engaged in a battle of legendary proportions. Their titanic clash shook the earth, causing trees to tremble and leaves to rain down like tears.

The battle, though concealed by the dense forest, echoed through the forest like an ominous omen. Though no other tribe or their leaders could witness the battle directly, they all sensed the massive nature of the fight. It was a duel to the death, a clash of two beings whose power threatened to reshape the very dynamics of the godforsaken forest.

As the battle continued to unleash its fury, they could only wait in slience, wondering which tribe would emerge unscathed from the tempest that raged in the heart of the godforsaken forest.

In the never ending clash of power, Phenor began to realize the wight of his predicament. He had assumed he would have the upper hand with his mastery of dark magic and necromancy. However, as the battle raged on, it became obvious that Akun was not to be underestimated.

Phenor's once-confident demeanor gave way to concern and pain. He could feel the weight of his injuries mounting, the dark magic he was using to substain his body beginning to weaken.

Akun's counters were devastating, their impact more severe than Phenor had anticipated. Each collision between their titanic forces sent shockwaves through his body, leaving him with wounds that seemed to multiply with each passing moment.

Phenor found himself on his knees, gasping for air. His once-regal attire was in tatters, a proof of the ferocity of the battle. His body substained multiple cuts and bruises, with blood streaming down his lips - a sign of serious internal injuries.

Phenor's mind raced, a sense of disbelief sweeping over him. "This makes no sense," he thought, incredulity tainting his every perception. "A mere insect, how can a mere insect bring me to my knees like this?"

In the dim moonlight, Akun's black-silver armor gleamed ominously, without of even the faintest scratch or stain, a proof of its impervious nature. His purple eyes burned like twin amethysts, their glow cutting through the night like beacons of vengeance.

Even in the midst of the raging battle, the measured clinks of his armored footsteps echoed audibly, every stride a proclamation of his impending victory.

"Not feeling so king-like now, are we?" Akun's voice, a melodious yet chilling undertone, rang out with a tone that seemed to draw the very darkness around him. "Are you really just going to let a mere insect be the end of you?"

The moonlight cast an eerie glow upon the battered body of King Phenor as he slowly rose from his kneeling position. The dark mana that was surrounded him now seemed to flicker, as if his very resolve had been reignited. His once smug and playful demeanor was replaced with a serious expression, and anger boiled up from within him, etching lines of fury upon his face.

Gritting his teeth, Phenor locked his cold, frustrated gaze on Akun's purple eyes. With every ounce of his kingly pride, he uttered, "It is a king's responsibility to ensure he doesn't disappoint his people.

I must lead by example." His voice, though still strained from the battle, seemed to carry weight and strength, as if he had found a source of inner strength that transcended the limits of his physical body.

Phenor, not wanting to give up, tightened his grip. The colossal ghostly reaper that loomed above him also tightened its grip, preparing for another slash.

With a huge roar, Phenor let out a battle cry that echoed through the forest lit by the moon, sounding like thunder.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

He was ready for another round against Akun, not giving up. Everything felt like it was slowing down, and there was a tense quiet in the air.

But before Phenor could make his move, Akun's voice cut through the stillness. "I don't have time for this," he said. His purple eyes blazed intensly. In the blink of an eye, Akun lunched himself forward, a blur of dark silver armor and purple streaks of his mana.

He moved with such blinding speed that the colossal spectral reaper and Phenor himself seemed frozen in place. In an instant, Akun dashed through Phenor's spectral reaper, as if it were nothing more than a fleeting shadow. Slowly, the massive figure of the reaper began to disintegrate, its form dissappearing like smoke in the night air.

Emerging from the dissipating remnants of the reaper, Akun's dark silver armor gleamed in the moonlight. In one swift motion, he seized Phenor by the neck, his grip tight, fingers pressing into the kingin ruler's throat. Phenor's eyes bulged with shock and desperation as he struggled, clawing at Akun's armored hand, his gasps for air coming in ragged, frantic bursts.

Akun's voice was cold and unforgiving as he taunted Phenor, his purple eyes locked onto the struggling kingin. "Is this how you plan to uphold your image as a king? To set a king-like example?" he sneered, his words dripping with disdain. "To be in such a pathetic state, gasping for air while being held up by a mere insect?"

Phenor's struggles grew weaker as oxygen-deprivation began to take its toll. His face frowned with a mix of rage, frustration, and fear as he found himself at the mercy of this neverending challenge. The battle had taken a devastating turn, and Phenor, the proud kingin ruler, now dangled in the grasp of his foe, his royal composure shattered.

Akun's voice remained cold as he addressed Phenor, his tone filled with finality. "Oh, I forgot to return this earlier because I was filled with rage," he stated calmly. With an strange calmness, he straightened his fingers and then, in one brutal motion, drove his armored hand through Phenor's abdomen.