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It is a shame that Merlon and Krom would cross paths, as we are subjected to the inevitable conclusion of their fight.
Warning: JJK Story Beat Spoilers ahead
With the last remnants of Aedale's protective magic fading away from the Grand Admiral, the Immortal Hunter bemoans the loss of his worthy prey, taking up his bow and directing it at the Grand Admiral. Knowing that there can only be one outcome, the Grand Admiral drew his blade, ready to cut down the unholy skeleton who had now taken aim at him.
Summoning all his might and channeling all his emotions into the blade, the Grand Admiral swung his blade at the Hunter, determined to destroy his aggressor. Yet, his blade can never reach the Immortal Hunter, for the skeleton would summon innumerable undead hands from the ground to immobilize him.
With hope nearly spent, unexpected creatures would fall from the sky towards their battlefield, two Infernals from the Souleater Legion ready to decimate both flesh and bone. Yet, they would be directed against the Admiral, as if fate itself would stand against him.
While the Grand Admiral fought against the two Infernals, the Hunter would learn how to overcome his defenses, formidable as he was. As one Infernal fell to the might of the Admiral, the Hunter understood the weakness of the swash-buckled foe and began to prepare for the last blow.
Clouds gathered above the Admiral, as the roars of thunder would illuminate the skies. Lightning strikes true through those at the mercy of the Grand Admiral, disrupting their life force. It is with this attack that the Admiral had hoped to undo his foes, a last resort. A dazzling beam of light would blind those who would have spectated their entire battle.
As dust began to settle, the Grand Admiral stands tall, tired but triumphant. With his foe on the brink of death, the Grand Admiral thought to spare a moment of rest for the fierce battle. Suddenly, the dead do not know rest, as his legs were held still by the hands of the fallen. Then, a whirring of an arrow was heard.
A fatal blow struck through the heart of the Admiral, leaving a gaping hole from where it once was. The Admiral was left aghast, not believing at what had just occurred, as he felt the creeping chill set into his body. Collapsing backwards, the Admiral gently closes his eyes, never to open.
With the last remnants of Aedale's protective magic fading away from the Grand Admiral, the Immortal Hunter bemoans the loss of his worthy prey, taking up his bow and directing it at the Grand Admiral. Knowing that there can only be one outcome, the Grand Admiral drew his blade, ready to cut down the unholy skeleton who had now taken aim at him.
Summoning all his might and channeling all his emotions into the blade, the Grand Admiral swung his blade at the Hunter, determined to destroy his aggressor. Yet, his blade can never reach the Immortal Hunter, for the skeleton would summon innumerable undead hands from the ground to immobilize him.
With hope nearly spent, unexpected creatures would fall from the sky towards their battlefield, two Infernals from the Souleater Legion ready to decimate both flesh and bone. Yet, they would be directed against the Admiral, as if fate itself would stand against him.
While the Grand Admiral fought against the two Infernals, the Hunter would learn how to overcome his defenses, formidable as he was. As one Infernal fell to the might of the Admiral, the Hunter understood the weakness of the swash-buckled foe and began to prepare for the last blow.
Clouds gathered above the Admiral, as the roars of thunder would illuminate the skies. Lightning strikes true through those at the mercy of the Grand Admiral, disrupting their life force. It is with this attack that the Admiral had hoped to undo his foes, a last resort. A dazzling beam of light would blind those who would have spectated their entire battle.
As dust began to settle, the Grand Admiral stands tall, tired but triumphant. With his foe on the brink of death, the Grand Admiral thought to spare a moment of rest for the fierce battle. Suddenly, the dead do not know rest, as his legs were held still by the hands of the fallen. Then, a whirring of an arrow was heard.
A fatal blow struck through the heart of the Admiral, leaving a gaping hole from where it once was. The Admiral was left aghast, not believing at what had just occurred, as he felt the creeping chill set into his body. Collapsing backwards, the Admiral gently closes his eyes, never to open.
Stand proud, Merlon Seabright. You are formidable.




