Peakwest 2 : Berserk, Blood And Peace

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ρєαкωєѕт 2 | 𝙈𝙪𝙯𝙖𝙣 "𝘼𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙪𝙢"

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The battlefield, which moments ago had been filled with fierce clashes and complex strategies, now fell eerily silent.

Muzan's cold gaze pierced through the tension as he turned his attention to Kind.

There was something unsettling in his eyes—an eerie calm.

Kind: "It’s over now."

"You can proceed,"

"Muzan Aeternum."

The words rolled off Kind's tongue with a strange certainty, leaving the others confused and unnerved. Even who had stood their ground moments earlier, felt a wave of unease wash over them.

Kind: "Thanks for lending me your technique,"

"Zakura."

Nero’s eyes widened in shock. His thoughts raced, connecting the dots as fast as his mind could manage.

Nero: "So the Celestial Dance... it was never Muzan's technique. Then what was he doing this whole time? Stalling?"

Greymor, sensing the deeper game at play, murmured to himself.

Mike: "Something's off."

Muzan’s voice cut through the air, cold and calculating.

Muzan: "You see, Heavenlys..."

Mike's eyes widen in shock.

Muzan: "you were just pawns, helping me all along. I was never fighting for victory or control—just the top position for this month."

The realization hit Nero and the others like a tidal wave. They had been manipulated from the start.

Muzan wasn’t just a chaotic force; he was a strategist who had used every one of them to further his personal agenda.

Muzan: "I used all of you."

Greymor, standing beside Muzan, chuckled darkly.

He wasn’t shocked or horrified—instead, there was a dark satisfaction in his eyes.

Greymor: Since Kazuto’s death, all I’ve wanted is to take the throne.

"And to do that, I needed the scroll. But to get it, I had to fight—and win—at least one war."

"Muzan’s plan was perfect."

"His victory is mine."

Nero clenched his fists, his body trembling with rage.

The betrayal felt like a knife twisted in his back.

Nero: "You... you betrayed me."

Greymor’s eyes flickered with contempt.

Greymor: "Don’t act like you’re innocent, Nero."

"You left the clan, disappeared, and then showed up yesterday demanding your position back as co-leader."

"Who’s the fool here?"

The tension escalated as Ace, Yuki, and Mike tried to make sense of what was happening.

The battlefield, once a place of skillful combat, had turned into a web of deceit and betrayal.

Ace: "What is even happening right now?"

Yuki, his gaze hardened, answered in a low voice.

Yuki: "No idea."

"But all I know is... we've been used."