Magnate's Blood Crown

Thirty Nine

The battlefield was a cacophony of clashing steel and war cries, but in the center of it all, two figures stood locked in a deadly dance. Ohm, the Supreme Majesty of the Thai Sovereign, faced Emperor Mongkut of Siam, the man who had dared to challenge the might of Suphannarat and its allies. The man because of whose back, the Naharet brothers could intrude the sovereign before. The man because of whose support, he war happened in which Ohm's father died and family got destroyed. The air between them was thick with tension, the very ground seeming to tremble under the weight of their impending clash.

Mongkut, eyes blazing with hatred and desperation, lunged at Ohm with a ferocity born of fear. His sword sliced through the air, aiming for Ohm's heart, but Ohm was ready. With a swift, calculated movement, he parried the blow, their swords ringing out as they clashed.

"I have had enough." Ohm's voice was calm, almost mocking, as he twisted his blade and pushed Mongkut back.

Mongkut snarled, his face contorting with rage. "You may have won some battles, Ohm, but this war is far from over!"

The two men circled each other, their eyes locked in a battle of wills as much as one of steel. Ohm's movements were precise, each step measured, each strike deliberate. Mongkut, on the other hand, fought with wild desperation, his blows fueled by anger but lacking the discipline that marked Ohm's every action.

As they clashed again, Ohm's blade flashed in the dim light, slicing through Mongkut's defenses with ruthless efficiency. Blood splattered the ground as Ohm landed a deep cut across Mongkut's chest, but the emperor of Siam was not done yet. With a roar, Mongkut surged forward, his sword aimed at Ohm's throat.

Ohm sidestepped the attack with ease, his reflexes honed from years of battle. He spun on his heel, his sword arcing through the air with deadly precision. The blade found its mark, cutting deep into Mongkut's side, and the emperor staggered, his grip on his sword faltering.

"You've already lost," Ohm said, his voice cold and unforgiving. "You just refuse to see it."

Mongkut, bloodied and gasping for breath, glared at Ohm with a mix of hatred and fear. He raised his sword for one final, desperate attack, but Ohm was faster. With a powerful strike, Ohm's blade cut through Mongkut's defenses one last time, driving deep into his chest.

Mongkut gasped, his eyes widening in shock as he felt the life draining from his body. Ohm's gaze was steely, his expression unyielding as he twisted the blade, ensuring that this would be the end.

"For the people you've terrorized, for the lives you've destroyed," Ohm whispered, his voice low but filled with the weight of his righteous fury. "This is for them."

With a final, decisive motion, Ohm pulled his sword free, and Emperor Mongkut of Siam collapsed to the ground, the light fading from his eyes. The battle around them seemed to pause as the soldiers of Siam witnessed the fall of their emperor, their morale shattered.

Ohm stood over Mongkut's lifeless body, his chest heaving with exertion but his gaze unwavering. The war that had ravaged their lands, that had threatened everything he held dear, was finally coming to an end.

The news of Ohm's victory over the Emperor of Siam spread like wildfire across the lands. It was a resounding victory that echoed through the hearts of the people, a victory that marked the end of a brutal and exhausting war. The Siamese armies, once so fierce and imposing, began to retreat, their spirit broken, their flags lowered. Across the borders, the Thai Sovereign flags were raised high, fluttering proudly in the wind, a symbol of the unyielding strength and unity of the Thai nation. The emperors of the Thai Sovereign, having driven back the attackers, began to retreat as well, their mission accomplished.