The moment was electric as the duel was about to commence between the two combatants. Myth, filled with trepidation, stood across from Karl, who keenly observed him. Karl's heart raced wildly, palpably aware of the power wielded by Peter's sword.
It wasn’t that Myth lacked the strength to defeat Peter or that he couldn’t stand his ground; rather, it was the enchanted nature of that sword that had the ability to weaken even the mightiest of foes, especially those like Myth, who were born of divine heritage.
Yet, deep within, Karl clung to a strong belief that Myth would rise to the occasion, making him a proud father by emerging victorious in this battle. Meanwhile, Mara sat comfortably nearby, keenly noticing the discomfort radiating from Karl's tense body. All she could do was smile, taking in the unfolding drama of the arena.
As the tension thickened, Peter was the first to spring into action, lunging at Myth with the intent to stab him. In a swift motion, Myth dodged the attack, and the force of Peter's strike sent a wave of anxiety through Karl. He felt as though he were the one being attacked, causing him to shift uneasily on his throne, releasing a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
Mara smiled at her brother, her eyes sparkling with encouragement. From her vantage point, she cheered him on, silently urging him to press forward and finish the fight. It was evident that it wouldn't take long for him to conclude the match.
"Peter! Game on! Head up!" the crowd roared, their excitement palpable as they chanted his name, while Myth remained low, crouched on the ground.
"Come on! What are you doing down there? Get up and face me!" Peter yelled, his voice echoing throughout the arena.
With that, Myth gripped his sword tightly, rising to his feet, his breaths heavy with determination.
"Come on, boy! Don’t be afraid! I know you can do this!" one of Myth's friends from the city shouted, cheering him on from the sidelines of the arena. Myth felt a surge of determination as he readied himself to move forward.
In an instant, Peter dodged his attack with agility and delivered a swift kick to his back, sending him crashing against the barriers of the arena.
"Ah!" Myth moaned in pain, gasping for breath while Karl, who was sitting so restless, struggled to regain his composure.
Meanwhile, Peter took a moment to soak in the electric atmosphere. He celebrated not just his own victory but the love and support he felt from the crowd. Their cheers filled him with energy, making it clear that they were firmly in his corner.
As he raised both hands in triumph, it felt less like a competition and more like a showcase of his prowess. It was as if the arena had been made just for him to prove his strength and skill. The crowd's vibrant support made it evident that he was meant to dominate this fight, especially against someone like Myth, who was supposed to be a tougher opponent.
Peter approached Myth, his eyes blazing with determination. He grabbed him by the head, lifting him to the audience's view, and began to unleash a flurry of punches. Blood trickled from Myth's mouth, staining the ground as he groaned in agony, struggling to withstand the relentless assault.
Peter continued to punch until he finally felt fatigued. Standing tall, he paraded around the arena, basking in the cheers and adulation of the crowd once more. After relishing the moment, he returned to Myth, dragging him to his feet. With a fierce look in his eyes, he delivered a powerful kick to Myth's stomach, causing him to double over and vomit blood onto the arena floor.
"It’s so sad that you have to watch your son suffer right in front of you," Mara said with a hint of mockery, her gaze fixed on Genesis. "Unfortunately, you can’t stop the match now; it has already begun, and it must come to an end. That’s the rule, isn’t it?"
Genesis looked at her with a dangerous intensity, a storm brewing behind his eyes. It seemed as though he was harboring something dark and explosive, ready to unleash at any moment. However, Mara understood that beneath his furious exterior lay only anger and despair—an empty façade. He felt powerless to intervene; if he had the strength to help his son, he would have done so long ago instead of standing idly by as Myth fought for his life.
As the crowd roared with excitement, Peter caught sight of Mara clapping for him. He then stepped back, determined, and plunged his sword into the ground at the center of the arena, claiming his space.
At that moment, Dara and Ruth entered the arena, blending into the audience to watch the deadly match unfold. They had deliberately arrived late, wanting to amplify the tension of the scene. Although they had covered their faces, they knew that arriving earlier would have raised suspicion among the crowd. Now, everyone was too engrossed in the fight to notice their presence.
"Look!" Dara whispered to Ruth, his voice barely audible above the cheers. "If I can get my hands on that sword, then our plan will be unstoppable! That’s the very sword Taylor used to attack me. I’m certain Mara gave it to Peter!"
Ruth took a deep breath, feeling the weight of their situation. The thought of snatching that sword was daunting. How could they possibly infiltrate the arena and seize it amidst such chaos? After the fight, the opportunity to retrieve it would likely vanish, leaving them at the mercy of the outcome. They understood that attempting to take the sword would put their lives in jeopardy, setting them up for certain death.
As they watched the combat unfold, both Dara and Ruth knew they had to strategize carefully. The stakes were high, and they needed to act quickly if they hoped to escape with the sword and their lives intact.
"I still don’t quite understand how you plan to take that sword away from them," Ruth asked, her brow furrowed in curiosity as Dara took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts.
"It’s definitely not going to be easy," Dara replied, her voice steady despite the uncertainty swirling within her. "But that’s actually one of the main reasons we’re here. You see, all you have to do is wait for my signal. When I give it to you, you’ll follow my lead. We’re going to track that sword until we finally have the opportunity to seize it. This time, you won’t miss out on it! The only thing that truly scares me is the thought of being away from home," Dara confessed, his eyes reflecting a mixture of determination and apprehension. Ruth nodded, absorbing Dara's words with a serious expression.
They continued to watch as Peter excitedly cheered, basking in the adoration of the crowd. He was filled with an overwhelming sense of joy, a feeling he had never experienced to such an extent before. The people loved and cherished what he was doing, and he was overwhelmed by their affection. It was as if he had lost himself completely in the happiness that surrounded him, all because of a simple trick he had performed. The infectious energy of the crowd uplifted him, fueling his spirit and making him feel truly alive.
"The Genesis Kingdom stands for what is right! and we are never going to allow anyone to step on our toes and tell us what to do! we own the kingdom!!! now let's finish this!" He yelled as the people cheers at him continuously and then he turned and just immediately he was turning he felt a sword pierced into his stomach as was stabbed by Myth with the same godkiller sword and everywhere went silent, not understanding what going on until blood started pumping out of his stomach.
"No!!!!" Mara screamed in a very loud and angry voice.