Peakwest 2 : Berserk, Blood And Peace

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Mike and Ace, fueled by a mix of rage and desperation, rushed toward Muzan and Greymor, their shouts echoing across the battlefield.

Mike: "Leave him alone! You've done enough!"

Ace: "Stop! Stop this madness right now!"

Yuki, equally distraught, joined their plea.

Yuki: "This has to end! Alan has already been taken from us. Stop torturing him!"

But Muzan's eyes remained cold and detached, his expression betraying no sign of remorse. He gestured to Greymor to proceed, his gaze unwavering.

Muzan: "Your pleas are meaningless now.

"The time for mercy has passed."

Greymor, with a grim satisfaction, began to tie Alan's body.

First, he bound Alan's hands tightly behind his back, then secured his ankles with strong, unyielding ropes.

Alan's neck was also bound, ensuring that he could not move or resist.

The sky above seemed to darken as if reflecting the gravity of the situation.

The once serene lake now appeared as a dark, ominous expanse, mirroring the despair unfolding at its edge.

Mike and Ace, desperation etched on their faces, followed closely, their attempts to stop the dreadful procession futile. They lunged at Muzan and Greymor, but the guards and mystical barriers they had set up held firm, blocking their path.

Mike: "Please!"

"Don't do this! Alan's already gone!"

Ace's voice cracked with emotion as he reached out toward Alan.

Ace: "Alan doesn't deserve this!"

"He was one of us!"

"Let him rest in peace!"

But their cries were lost in the void.

Greymor, undeterred, carried Alan's bound form to the edge of the lake.

The water's surface was eerily calm, its stillness belying the turbulent emotions that raged around it.

The dark waters seemed almost alive, as if waiting to consume the last vestige of Alan's presence.

Muzan, standing a few steps back, watched with a detached interest. He had orchestrated this moment, and now he was content to see it through. His gaze never wavered, his satisfaction evident as he observed the scene.

Greymor, with a steely resolve, prepared to finalize their grim task. He carefully lowered Alan's bound body into the lake, the water rippling around him. The lake's surface quickly swallowed Alan's form, submerging him beneath the darkened waters.

Mike and Ace's frantic attempts to intervene were in vain. They reached the edge of the lake, desperately stretching their arms toward Alan, but the water was already too deep. Their pleas grew more desperate as they watched helplessly.

Mike, overwhelmed by a wave of grief and rage, fell to his knees at the water's edge. His hands reached out toward the lake as if trying to pull Alan back from the abyss. His cries grew more anguished, each sob a testament to his profound loss.

Mike: "Alan! No! Please! This can't be happening!"

Tears streamed down Mike's face, mingling with the dirt and blood as he continued to plead with the merciless forces around him. His voice cracked, his heart breaking with every sound he made.

Ace, his own eyes brimming with tears, knelt beside Mike, his own cries echoing the pain of the moment.

Ace: "Alan... I'm so sorry..."

Yuki stood by, silent and pained, his own eyes filled with unshed tears as he watched the hopeless scene unfold. He felt the crushing weight of their loss, the gravity of Alan's fate hitting him with full force.

As the last of Alan's form disappeared beneath the water, the lake returned to its grim stillness. The darkness seemed to press in from all sides, amplifying the sense of loss that enveloped them.

The scene was haunting-an eternal silence settled over the battlefield, broken only by the sounds of Mike's anguished cries and the distant, indifferent laughter of Muzan and Greymor.

somber reflection of the lake's dark waters, its surface now undisturbed by the tragic events that had transpired. The finality of Alan's fate was sealed beneath the lake, and the world around them seemed to hold its breath, mourning the loss of a hero and the deep despair of those left behind.

Chapter End.