Peakwest 2 : Berserk, Blood And Peace

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As Eren, Mike, Ace, Rishi, Yuki, and Manda made their way back to their base, unaware of the looming disaster, the sun's early rays began to illuminate the landscape. Their minds were preoccupied with the challenges they had faced and the tasks that lay ahead. However, a new storm was brewing-one that would shift the balance of power within the realm.

Inside Castle Perillus, the scene was drastically different. The castle's inner sanctum, once filled with chaos and confusion from the intruders, was now eerily quiet. The group of beautiful girls who had confronted the intruders were no longer in the corridor. Instead, they had been drawn to the grand hall where a new and formidable presence had arrived.

Muzan, his imposing figure cloaked in darkness, stood at the center of the grand hall.

His eyes, cold and calculating, surveyed the scene with a sense of detached amusement. The castle's internal defenses had been rendered useless, and Muzan's entrance had gone unnoticed until it was too late.

Sakura, Ai, Akame, Fumiko, and Akira, previously defiant and prepared for a confrontation, now faced an unanticipated and terrifying adversary. Their swords were drawn, but their resolve was faltering as Muzan's aura of dominance pressed down upon them.

Sakura, with a steely determination, stepped forward. "Muzan. What are you doing here?"

Muzan's lips curved into a sinister smile. "I see you've been busy. But your efforts were in vain. This castle is mine, and so is this month's top spot."

Without waiting for a response, Muzan moved with a speed and precision that defied belief. In an instant, he was upon the girls, his every motion a blur of deadly intent. The clash was swift and brutal.

Sakura, the leader, engaged Muzan with a flurry of precise strikes. Yet, her movements were effortlessly countered by Muzan's superior skill. With a single, fluid motion, Muzan disarmed her, sending her sword skidding across the floor. Sakura fell back, her expression a mix of disbelief and pain.

Ai and Akira, seeing their leader fall, rushed to her aid. Ai's strikes were fierce, but Muzan deflected them with an almost casual ease. Akira's attempts to flank him were equally futile. Muzan's speed and strength were overwhelming, rendering their combined efforts ineffective.

Fumiko and Akame tried to regroup and mount a defense, but Muzan's power was relentless. Akame's powerful kick, previously used to subdue Rishi, was now redirected against Muzan. He caught her foot with a casual flick of his hand and threw her aside as though she were a mere child. Fumiko's attempts to support her were met with a swift, incapacitating blow.

Within moments, the once proud and skilled warriors were reduced to a state of helplessness. Muzan's efficiency was terrifying-his movements precise, his attacks deadly. The girls, despite their training and resolve, were no match for his overwhelming power.

As the last of them fell, the grand hall was left in a grim silence. The once vibrant and determined group lay scattered and defeated on the floor. Muzan stood amidst them, his gaze cold and unfeeling. The battle had been swift, and his dominance was absolute.

With a final glance around the room, Muzan turned and began to leave. The castle was now his domain, and with his victory assured, he would take full advantage of the chaos he had sown. The fallen girls would be a stark reminder of his power and the futility of opposing him.

Outside, as the sun continued to rise, the group of intruders made their way back to their base, unaware of the calamity that had befallen Castle Perillus. The balance of power had shifted dramatically, and the days ahead would be marked by new challenges and uncertainties.