He could feel his muscles screaming, his breath ragged. This was a desperate fight, and he was losing ground.
Then, a sliver of an opening. The dagger-wielder, in his zeal, overextended slightly. It was a fraction of a second, but it was all Ye Yang needed. With a guttural roar, he ignored the Warhamr's next swing, a calculated risk.
He twisted his body, letting the hamr whistle past his ear, and unleashed a lightning-fast horizontal slash.
The blade bit deep. The dagger-wielder let out a choked gasp, his eyes widening in shock before he crumpled to the ground, his twin blades clattering uselessly beside him.
"No!" the brute roared, enraged.
He swung his Warhamr wildly, fuelled by fury. Ye Yang, despite his fatigue, capitalized on the man's montary lapse in control.
He ducked under a wide, telegraphed swing and, with a surge of adrenaline, brought his sword down in a swift, brutal chop.
The blade t flesh and bone with a sickening crunch. The brute shrieked, clutching his right arm, which now hung at an unnatural angle, severed just above the elbow. Blood spurted, staining the stone floor.
The hulking man fell to his knees, his face ashen with pain and terror. "Please... please kill !" he begged, tears streaming down his face. "Just end it!"
Ye Yang, breathing heavily, ignored the plea for death. He pressed the tip of his sword against the man's throat, the steel cold against his skin. "Where is Yu i and Ye Xuan?" he demanded, his voice hoarse.
The man's eyes, filled with agony, locked with Ye Yang's. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but then, with a defiant gurgle, he bit down hard. A terrible squelching sound, and then silence.
Blood frothed at his lips as he convulsed, his eyes rolling back before his body went limp. He had bitten off his own tongue, choosing a grueso end over betraying his kingdom.
Just at that mont, Leader Hund burst into the room, his heavy armour clanking.
He surveyed the scene. Ye Yang standing alone, sword in hand, over the fallen bodies of the two skilled fighters. His gaze fell on the brute who had bitten off his tongue, and a grim understanding flickered in his eyes.
"Leader Yang! Have you found out where they are?" Hund asked, referring to Ye Yang's parents.
Ye Yang shook his head, his chest heaving. He gestured to two distinct paths leading deeper into the castle. "He didn't say, but there are two ways forward."
Leader Hund nodded decisively. "Alright, Leader Yang, you take the right one and I'll take the left. Let's hope we find them."
With a shared nod, Ye Yang sprinted towards the right door, while Leader Hund, without hesitation, charged through the left.
Ye Yang ran for several minutes, the corridor steadily descending. "This place leads to..." he muttered, a sense of unease growing.
As he went a little further, two guards suddenly appeared, spotting him instantly. They yelled and attacked, but they were no match for Ye Yang. He dispatched them in re minutes, their bodies slumping to the cold stone floor.
He pressed on, the air growing colder, hinting at sothing hidden deep below.
anwhile, Leader Hund, following the left path, found himself ascending. "Boom!" A sudden, bone-jarring impact struck him.
A Warhamr, wielded by a massive figure, smashed into him, but at the last second, Leader Hund managed to block with his own weapon, lessening the impact significantly.
Three n erged from the shadows, mocking grins on their faces. "Well, well, look what we have here," sneered one, a scrawny man with a cruel smirk. "A Titan Pantheon leader, all alone."
Leader Hund roared, imdiately attacking back, his heavy axe swinging in powerful arcs. He was a formidable warrior, but these three were equally skilled, perhaps even more so.
They moved with a practiced fluidity, circling him, striking from different angles. After a few desperate exchanges, Leader Hund found himself overwheld.
His axe was knocked from his grasp, and a sharp blow to the head sent him sprawling. Darkness consud him.
When Leader Hund slowly opened his eyes, a throbbing pain hamred behind them. He found himself kneeling, his wrists bound, in a lavish, yet disturbingly grotesque chamber.
Before him sat a man, the Head of the Crimson Kingdom, an imposing figure who was only wearing loose, open robes. His "dragon" – a crude, large, visible tattoo of a serpent – was emblazoned across his chest, exposed for all to see.
And on top of him, lost in a disturbing display of pleasure, was a mature woman, her movents slow and deliberate.
"AHAAAAAA"
"AHAAAAAA"
"AHAAAAAA"
A gasp escaped Leader Hund's lips, barely a whisper. "Madam i..."
Hearing Leader Hund call her na, Yu i flinched, a subtle shiver running through her, but she didn't stop her movents.
Her eyes, clouded with a strange mix of forced ecstasy and hidden despair, flickered towards the kneeling Titan Pantheon leader for a fleeting mont before returning to the man beneath her.
A faint blush crept across her cheeks, not of arousal, but of mortification and a desperate attempt to maintain the facade.
The Head of the Crimson Kingdom, a corpulent man with eyes that glead with cruel amusent, rely chuckled.
He ran a hand through Yu i's hair, a possessive gesture. "Ah, Hund," he purred, his voice thick with condescension. "You've finally decided to join us. I trust your journey was... enlightening?" He made no move to adjust his robes, revelling in Leader Hund's obvious discomfort and shock.
Leader Hund's jaw clenched. He stared at Yu i, a woman he clearly knew, perhaps even respected, now caught in this degrading spectacle.
His face was a mask of barely controlled fury, but he knew he was powerless. "What have you done to her, you pig?" he spat, his voice rough.
The Head of the Crimson Kingdom rely laughed, a booming, guttural sound that filled the chamber. "Done to her? My dear Hund, she is rely fulfilling her duties. A lovely trophy, wouldn't you agree? A testant to the Crimson Kingdom's might over your pathetic Pantheon."
He tightened his grip on Yu i's hair, forcing her head back slightly. Yu i's eyes closed for a mont, a silent plea in their depths.
"You won't get away with this," Hund snarled, struggling against his bonds.
"Oh, but I already have, haven't I?" the Head of the Crimson Kingdom countered, his smile widening. "You're bound, your forces are being slaughtered outside, and your precious leader, Ye Yang, is probably running around like a headless chicken, searching for his 'parents' – a foolish notion we planted to lure him in."
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