A player in Jujutsu Kaisen

The overwhelming might of the shadow monarch {86}

{The code that will delete the player training system has been entered}

{The system will now be deleted}

{All power limits placed on the player have been removed}

{Accordingly all power limit placed down on shadow soldiers shall be lifted}

{The power of Igris has been restaured}

{The power of Malgrim has been restaured}

{The monarch of Shadow "Ashborn" Has returned to the world of eternal nothingness}

{Are you sure you want to delete the system}

{Yes/No}

Kenzo looked at the screen before pressing yes,he was glad for the help that the system had given him but now it was time for them to part ways.'

As the Frost Monarch and the Beast Monarch relentlessly attacked Igris, the loyal shadow soldier stood firm, a formidable wall against the onslaught. Their blows, infused with elemental fury, rained down upon him, the force threatening to shatter even the most indomitable of defenses. Igris, however, refused to yield, his obsidian armor absorbing the punishing strikes.

His form flickered with the eerie glow of shadows, a testament to the strain on his ethereal being. Yet, despite the overwhelming odds, Igris persisted, an unyielding force of loyalty and resilience in the face of brutal assault.

Then, in a moment that shifted the tide of battle, Igris seemed to draw upon an unseen wellspring of power. A surge of energy radiated from him, causing the air to crackle with newfound intensity. The Frost Monarch and the Beast Monarch, momentarily caught off guard, witnessed a transformation in Igris's capabilities.

No longer a mere defensive shield, Igris unleashed a counteroffensive that took them by surprise. His strikes now carried a potency that bit into their frosty and bestial forms. The battlefield echoed with the clash of forces as Igris, fueled by a surge of strength, turned the tables on his adversaries.

The Frost Monarch and the Beast Monarch, accustomed to their dominance, found themselves on the receiving end of Igris's empowered assault. Shadows danced around Igris as he pressed the advantage, proving that even in the face of overwhelming odds, loyalty and determination could carve a path to unexpected strength. The once-unyielding defender had become a formidable force in his own right, a shadow soldier reborn in the crucible of battle.

A sudden chill swept over the battlefield as the Beast Monarch, sensing an ominous presence, dropped to all fours. A shiver ran through his bestial form, and a primal fear clawed at the edges of his consciousness. The air itself seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of an impending revelation.

In that moment, an intense aura enveloped the surroundings, and the ice, once unyielding, began to crack and fissure. The Beast Monarch, caught in the grip of truth fear, watched with widened eyes as the shadows within the fractures started to writhe and surge.

The ice, a symbolic barrier against the force that now emerged, yielded to the unseen power within. The truth fear intensified, weaving a tapestry of dread in the Beast Monarch's mind. Whatever dwelled within the shadows struck at the very core of his existence.

As the cracks widened, a figure stepped forth from the shadows, bathed in an otherworldly darkness. The silhouette of the Shadow Monarch, wreathed in an ethereal glow, cast a foreboding presence upon the battlefield. The Beast Monarch, now fully immersed in the truth fear, could sense the weight of an ancient power, a force that transcended the boundaries of their battle.

In the face of the emerging Shadow Monarch, the Beast Monarch, once a formidable predator, found himself reduced to a mere prey, ensnared in the grip of a fear that spoke of undeniable truths and the inexorable advance of an ancient force.