Peakwest 2 : Berserk, Blood And Peace

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ρєαкωєѕт 2 | 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩

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[ Agiadd Castle - Throne Room ]

Greymor stood at the entrance of Agiadd Castle, his heart heavy with the weight of recent events.

The castle, with its towering stone walls and dark history, was a place where power ruled, and trust was a dangerous luxury.

This was Muzan's domain, a ruler feared by many and trusted by few.

As Greymor approached the grand doors of the throne room, he could hear muffled voices from inside.

The heavy wooden doors creaked open, revealing a vast chamber lit by dim, flickering torches.

At the far end, seated on a grand throne made of dark wood, was Muzan.

His eyes were sharp, calculating, and fixed on Greymor as he entered.

Greymor walked slowly, each step echoing in the large room.

He could feel Muzan’s gaze piercing through him, the tension thick in the air.

Muzan: "Greymor,"

"what brings you here at this hour?"

Greymor paused, searching for the right words.

He knew this conversation could be dangerous, but he had to know the truth.

Greymor: "Muzan, I have bad news."

"Kazuto..."

"is dead."

Muzan’s face remained emotionless, but something dark flickered in his eyes.

Muzan: "Kazuto is dead?"

"And who is responsible?"

Greymor clenched his fists, anger and sadness mixing in his voice.

Greymor: "Alan."

"AlanJoel killed him."

"But he had a reason."

Muzan raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly.

Muzan: "And what reason could justify killing a leader?"

Greymor’s voice shook with frustration and grief.

Greymor: "A letter was found near the bodies of Alan's clan members, making it look like Kazuto was responsible."

"But now we know it was all a setup by Kartik of the Crimsons."

Muzan’s eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a dangerous tone.

Muzan: "Kartik..."

"That snake."

"But why come to me with this, Greymor?"

"Do you think I had something to do with it?"

Greymor shook his head, trying to stay calm.

Greymor: "I don’t know what to think anymore, Muzan."

"But Kazuto trusted you."

"He thought you were his friend, someone he could rely on."

"And now he's dead because of lies and manipulation."

Muzan stood up, his tall figure casting a shadow over Greymor.

The room seemed to grow colder as he approached, his presence overwhelming.