Peakwest 2 : Berserk, Blood And Peace

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ρєαкωєѕт 2 | 𝘾𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙑𝙨 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙮𝙨 3

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Ace stands at the edge of the Agiadd’s battleground, his arms crossed, tapping his foot impatiently. The tension in the air is palpable, as the Heavenlys clan waits for their opponents.

Ace, yawning: "Are these guys gonna take forever?"

Mike, keeping his composure: "Just wait a little more, Ace."

Kanaeo’s sharp eyes suddenly catch movement in the distance. A group of figures emerges, steadily making their way towards the battlefield.

Kanaeo, pointing urgently: "THERE!"

Mike’s gaze follows Kanaeo’s outstretched arm. As the figures come into focus, his eyes widen in recognition and anticipation.

Mike, astonished: "They really have the aura of a Clan."

[ Narrator: The strongest Clan - Heavenlys Vs The strongest Clan - Semi Heavenlys. ]

The two groups close the distance, their footsteps echoing in the stillness. Mike’s lips curl into a grin, mirroring the expression on Kartik’s face as they approach.

[ Kartik and his team come to a stop, facing the Heavenlys. The air between them crackles with the promise of conflict. ]

Kartik, with a sly grin: "These are it?"

Moon, confidently: "Our victory is in front of our eyes, Kartik."

Mike narrows his eyes, scanning the opposing team.

Mike, puzzled: "Why are there only 6 members on your team?"

Kartik, nonchalantly: "One is injured."

Mike’s eyes widen in shock.

Mike: "What?!"

Kartik, turning the tables: "Why is there only 5 on your team?"

Mike, holding his ground: "Alan will be coming soon. Another guy isn’t coming."

Ace steps forward, his voice calm but eager.

Ace: "Shall we..."

"start?"

Kartik, holding up a hand: "One second,"

"our allied clan is arriving."

Kanaeo’s expression darkens, his suspicions confirmed.

Kanaeo, thinking: "I knew it."

From the distance, Alan strides purposefully toward the battlefield. Meanwhile, four figures from the Walhallas clan approach from behind the Crimsons, joining their ranks.

Kartik’s smirk widens as his numbers swell.

Kartik: "Now it is 5 vs 10."

Suddenly, a voice cuts through the tension.

Alan, shouting from afar: "Count me in!"

Mike turns to see Alan approaching, his heart swelling with relief. Alan’s presence brings a renewed sense of determination to the team.

Mike, relieved: "Alan!"

Kartik, intrigued: "Oh... interesting."

Alan smirks, his confidence palpable as he steps into line with his team.

Alan: "It is 6 vs 10!"

The Heavenlys and Crimsons lock eyes, the tension between them nearly unbearable. Kartik’s grin falters slightly, realizing that Alan’s arrival has evened the odds more than he anticipated.

Muzan, standing high above on the castle's balcony, surveys the battlefield below. His presence alone is enough to command attention. With a sinister smirk, he raises his hand, signaling the start of the battle.

Muzan: "Let the war begin!"

The moment those words leave Muzan's lips, both clans surge forward, charging at each other with everything they have. The ground trembles beneath their feet as the two forces collide, the sound of their clash echoing across the battlefield.

Chapter Ends.