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The earth cracked beneath Arthur's boots as he landed, the air around him shimmering with residual power. His dark cloak fluttered in the wind, kicked up from the battle's aftermath. Silence loomed ominous and expectant until Galatea dropped to one knee beside him.
"Apologies, my king," she said, her voice laced with frustration and reverence. "There were only two of them, and still I..."
Arthur didn't let her finish. He placed a hand on her armored shoulder, calm and resolute.
"You did well, Galatea.. You aided Raven and took the fight away from my family's home."
That was all he said. That was all he needed to say.
He stepped past her with measured grace, violet light gently pulsing from his ring. Behind him, Raven descended, her cloak billowing, eyes still narrowed from the clash.
"Arthur," she said softly, glancing at the Lanterns. "Be careful. He's strong."
Arthur cracked a half-smile as he walked, his boots crunching over broken stone and singed grass. "Is he now?"
A slow, guttural laugh rippled from ahead.
"Well, well," came the voice, dark and rough like volcanic ash. "So you're this infamous Shadow Lantern."
Atrocitus hovered above the ground, his hulking form wreathed in red light, chest rising and falling with fury. Dex-Starr, tail lashing like a whip, floated beside him, blood mist dripping from his maw.
"You're the one shaking the pillars of the emotional spectrum," Atrocitus snarled. "Disrupting our order. Spreading corruption through your mockery of a Corps. Our crusade of rage and vengeance demands your head."
Arthur let out a long sigh and rubbed a hand across his face, dragging his fingers down in tired amusement. "Seriously…" he muttered.
Then he looked up, his eyes glowing a low violet.
"The Guardians were right. It doesn't matter what I do, I'll keep attracting freaks like you."
The red aura flared in answer. Dex-Starr hissed, claws gleaming.
Arthur raised a single hand calm and cold with absolute authority.
"You should understand something, Red Lantern," Arthur said, his voice like iron wrapped in silk. "What happens now is inevitable. I'm busy I can't do it myself right now and also I'm kind of sick of space. So here's my solution…"
He looked at Dex-Starr and then back to Atrocitus.
"I kill you. The cat gets to live. He'll return to your base of rage, deliver the message, and tell your fellow flame-slingers to stay away from Earth... and from my people."
Everyone froze.
Even Raven turned to look at him, blinking once. Amused. Half-confused. A quiet smirk playing on her lips.
Dex-Starr tilted his head.
Atrocitus's fists clenched, red energy flaring. "Are you mocking me, Earthling?"
Arthur, unbothered, sat down on a fractured slab of stone, one leg crossing over the other like a king on an improvised throne. "Yes." he said, resting his chin on his knuckles. "And also I'm not the one who's going to kill you."
He tapped the earth gently with his foot. A shadow expanded beneath him, curling outward like the fingers of a sleeping god. The temperature dipped. The air itself ceased. The sky dimmed just slightly.
Then it emerged.
This battlefield was now host to a new presence. From the shadows, a figure rose like the herald of death itself. Crimson-plumed helm. Glowing violet eyes. Armor forged in the abyss. His longsword shimmered with condensed night, the blade humming with blood-bound mana.
The Blood-Red Commander.
Marshall Igris.
Even Galatea, standing not ten feet from Arthur, stiffened. Her eyes narrowed, her posture sharpened, jaw tightening at the pressure of the knight's presence. The raw mana rolling off him was more than power.
The Red Lanterns paused, their rings humming defensively, as if sensing something terrible.
Igris strode forward without a word. Each step was heavy, A warborn knight without need of voice, forged in pain, now answering to his liege.
Arthur looked up slightly, eyes gleaming beneath his brow.
"Meet Marshall Igris," he said, casual and cold. "Try not to bore him."
Atrocitus hovered just above the ground, crimson energy curling off his armor like living flame. His ring pulsed, alive with rage. He tilted his head, eyeing the black-armored knight who now approached him with steady, heavy steps.
"This is it?" Atrocitus scoffed. "A lowly shadow puppet? A shadow construct in rusted armor?"
No reaction from Igris.
Only the low hum of magic thrumming in the knight's sword and the cold gleam of violet light radiating from beneath his helm. He moved like a storm gathering behind a mountain silent but undeniably deadly.
From behind, Raven hovered down next to Arthur, her cloak billowing gently in the warm breeze of battle-wrecked air.
"A new shadow?" she asked softly, watching Igris's approach with curiosity. There was something different about this one.
Arthur's eyes remained locked on Atrocitus, his posture relaxed, one leg slung casually over the other as he perched on a chunk of ruined stone like it was a throne.
"Come," he said to her, gesturing lightly. "Sit with me. Enjoy the show."
Raven narrowed her eyes. Still, she complied. She landed next to him, arms crossed, shadows in her eyes. Her tone was cautious.
"You sure only one is enough?"
Arthur's smile widened slowly, almost wickedly. His eyes glowed a deep, ominous violet.
"More than enough," he said.
And as if on command, the air trembled.
With a sound like thunder snapping through a cathedral, Igris moved a blur of black and violet steel, his longsword slicing through the air with terrifying grace.
Atrocitus didn't even have time to speak he barely raised a red construct shield in time as the blow landed with the force of a meteor, shattering the edge of his defense and sending tremors down his arms. The impact pushed him back mid-air, his boots scraping against the invisible pressure as he held his ground.
"What?!" Atrocitus growled.
But Igris was relentless.
Like a predator forged from battle, the knight spun into a second strike, this time lower, aimed to cleave through his opponent's side. Atrocitus twisted just in time, his own construct blade forming, clashing violently with the longsword. Sparks flew. The impact cracked the air.
"Impressive strength… for a puppet," Atrocitus gritted, his ring burning hotter now.
But Igris still said nothing.
Only his movements spoke and they spoke of skill honed in endless war, of discipline sharper than steel, and of fury far colder than rage.
Arthur leaned slightly forward, watching with intrigue.
Raven glanced at him sideways. "That sword style… it's brutal but elegant."
Arthur smiled faintly. "He's built to kill gods, not foot soldiers." His tone was dry. "Atrocitus is sad existence really.. he just stepped into the wrong story at the wrong time."
Above them, Dex-Starr hissed and circled, claws unsheathed, eyes glowing.
Below, Atrocitus was starting to sweat his pride wounded more than his body as he blocked and dodged, barely keeping up with the sheer precision and power Igris unleashed.
The knight's latest swing cracked the sky with lightning, the very force shaking the clouds.
Then came the final exchange.
Igris feinted, baited a counter, and twisted low, his boot slamming into Atrocitus's gut with the force of a cannon, sending him tumbling through a line of scorched trees and landing hard in a crater of his own making.
A silence.
Then Arthur stood from his makeshift seat and dusted off his clothes.
"Act one," he said to Raven with a smirk, "complete."
She raised a brow. "There's more?"
Arthur's eyes flared again. "Always."
With a sharp flick of his wrist, the Demon King Longsword crackling with veins of blue lightning emerged in his hands. Arthur gripped it for only a second, just long enough to feel its pulse before he hurled it with a force that split the air.
The blade became a streak of crackling destruction, a comet of lightning-blue energy. And just before it could strike the ground.
CLANG.
Igris raised one hand, catching the weapon mid-flight without so much as turning around. The moment his fingers curled around the hilt, the lightning surged down his arm like a living thing. It didn't burn him, it obeyed.
His eyes, glowing violet, flared brighter. The crimson plume on his helm lifted in the wind as silence fell once more.
Arthur brushing dust from his shoulder with casual grace. "Now," he said, voice rich with command, "Show him the power of a Marshal in the Shadow Legion."
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