I Breathe Euro-Chapter 230: Shadow King vs Alliance.
The Calm Before the Storm
The world trembled.
For weeks, ominous signs had plagued the lands. The sun dimmed unnaturally, the winds carried whispers of despair, and the rivers ran black as if poisoned by the very essence of darkness.
Everyone knew.
The Shadow King was coming.
Jack stood atop the highest battlements of the Dwarven Fortress of Ironhold, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon. The vast war camps of the Elves and Dwarves stretched across the valley, their banners fluttering in defiance.
The Elves, clad in enchanted armor, their bows shimmering with divine energy, stood in perfect formation.
The Dwarves, with their massive war hammers and newly crafted firearms, were stationed along the fortress walls, ready to unleash destruction.
Jack’s Titan Cannons loomed above them all—silent sentinels of war, their barrels glinting ominously under the blood-red sky.
Aureliana, the Elven Princess, stepped beside Jack, her emerald eyes filled with worry.
"Do you think we stand a chance?" she whispered.
Jack didn’t answer immediately. His fingers curled into a fist.
"We have to."
Then—the ground began to shake.
A deafening, unnatural sound echoed across the land, as if the sky itself was being torn apart.
They had arrived.
Darkness seeped across the horizon like ink spilling over a canvas. From the depths of the Shadow Realm, they emerged.
Gargantuan shadow beasts, their glowing red eyes radiating malice.
Twisted undead warriors, clad in ancient black armor, dragging cursed blades.
Monstrous siege creatures, towering over the battlefield, their bodies pulsating with dark magic.
And at the center of it all—a throne of pure darkness floating above the battlefield.
The Shadow King had arrived.
He was no mere mortal, no simple sorcerer. He was a force of nature—an ancient being of pure void, clad in armor darker than the abyss. His face was obscured beneath a jagged helmet, and his very presence made the air grow heavy, suffocating all who stood before him.
Jack met his gaze from the walls of Ironhold.
For the first time in years, he felt true fear.
The battle began with a single, unearthly scream.
The Shadow Army charged—an endless sea of horrors surging toward the fortress.
"FIRE!" Jack roared.
The Titan Cannons thundered.
Massive shells hurtled through the sky, glowing with divine enchantments. The first impact shattered the earth itself, obliterating hundreds of shadow beasts in a single blast.
Dwarven riflemen opened fire, their bullets piercing through the undead ranks like beams of light cutting through darkness.
Elven archers loosed enchanted arrows, each shot finding its mark, piercing even the most resilient of creatures.
The battlefield was chaos.
But no matter how many they killed, more kept coming.
Jack’s mind raced. The Shadow King wasn’t just throwing his forces mindlessly—he was testing their defenses.
Then, as if sensing Jack’s thoughts, the Shadow King raised his hand.
A ripple of dark energy exploded from his throne.
And the real battle began.
A monstrous black titan, at least a hundred feet tall, emerged from the darkness. It slammed its massive fist into Ironhold’s walls—cracking the stone like brittle glass.
Dwarves were sent flying. The fortress trembled.
Jack didn’t hesitate.
"Deploy the Mobile Forts!" he commanded.
At his order, massive mechanical war machines rumbled forward. Constructed by the combined ingenuity of Jack and the Dwarves, these walking fortresses unleashed torrents of cannon fire, holding back the tide.
But even they struggled against the endless horde.
Then, the Elves moved.
Aureliana and Queen Lysaria led their warriors into battle, weaving through the chaos like ghosts. Their enchanted blades sliced through darkness itself, their arrows burned like divine flames.
For a moment, it seemed they were winning.
Then, the Shadow King descended.
The battlefield fell silent.
The moment the Shadow King stepped onto the ground, a wave of darkness pulsed outward, snuffing out fires, dimming the very light of the world.
Jack gritted his teeth. "So, you’re finally making a move."
The Shadow King turned his gaze toward him.
Even though Jack was miles away on the fortress wall, he felt the crushing weight of that stare.
Then—the Shadow King raised his hand.
A spear of pure darkness materialized above him. It was larger than a skyscraper, a weapon forged from the abyss itself.
Jack’s instincts screamed.
"EVERYONE, BRACE!"
The spear launched.
The sky split apart. The entire fortress shook violently as the spear struck, collapsing towers, shattering defenses. Dwarves and Elves alike were thrown off their feet.
Jack barely had time to react before he felt something behind him.
The Shadow King was there.
He had teleported.
Jack turned just in time to see a blade of pure void slicing toward his neck.
Time slowed.
Jack was fast—but the Shadow King was faster.
He barely managed to dodge, the dark blade cutting a deep gash into his side. Pain exploded through his body, but he gritted his teeth.
He wouldn’t die here.
Jack activated his teleportation disk, vanishing just as the Shadow King swung again.
Reappearing on the battlefield, he gasped for breath. Blood dripped from his wound.
He looked up—the Shadow King was already approaching, slowly, confidently.
Jack clenched his fists.
This bastard was toying with him.
Jack reached into his coat and pulled out his final creation—the Anti-Matter Rifle.
This was his last gamble.
The Shadow King lunged.
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Jack pulled the trigger
The blast ripped through space itself.
The ground cracked. The sky split apart. The battlefield erupted into chaos.
Even the Shadow King was forced back. For the first time, he looked… surprised.
Jack smirked, blood dripping from his lips.
"Yeah… you’re not the only one with tricks."
But he knew this wasn’t over. Not even close.
The Shadow King straightened. The air around him distorted.
Jack’s smirk faded.
Round two was about to begin.
And this time…
Only one of them would survive.
A War on the Brink
The world trembled.
Jack stood tall despite the wound on his side, his breathing heavy. Blood soaked his coat, yet his grip on the Anti-Matter Rifle remained firm. The battlefield was in utter chaos—Dwarves and Elves fought fiercely, their formations tightening around the crumbling fortress walls.
But something had changed.
For the first time since the war began—the Shadow Army was wavering.
The once relentless tide of darkness hesitated. The monstrous beasts, the undead warriors, even the siege creatures—all of them slowed, faltered, and stumbled back.
The reason was clear.
Their King was losing.
Jack wiped the blood from his lips and locked eyes with the Shadow King.
"You’re not as invincible as you thought, huh?"
The Shadow King’s eyes glowed with cold fury. His once imposing form flickered, his armor cracking like fragile obsidian.
For the first time in centuries, he was being forced back.
Jack didn’t waste the opportunity.
He reloaded the Anti-Matter Rifle, the weapon humming with unfathomable energy. Every time he fired, the very fabric of reality seemed to tremble.
BOOM!
Another blast struck the Shadow King square in the chest, sending him crashing through the battlefield. The sheer force of the shot created a shockwave, toppling his own minions like dominos.
"NOW!" Jack roared.
The Elven archers responded instantly. Thousands of enchanted arrows rained down, glowing green as they pierced through the Shadow Army. The Forest Elves unleashed divine magic, their spells burning away the darkness like sunlight piercing the night.
The Dwarves took up Jack’s newly crafted Pistols and Cannons, unleashing gunfire and explosions that ripped through the enemy ranks.
The battlefield shifted.
What once seemed like an unstoppable nightmare was now a desperate retreat.
The Shadow Army—once feared, now broken.
But Jack knew.
It wasn’t over.
Not yet
Amid the chaos, a terrible pressure surged through the battlefield.
The Shadow King rose once more, his armor fractured, his form flickering like a dying flame. But his eyes burned brighter than ever—not with power, but desperation.
A sudden, terrifying realization hit Jack.
He’s cornered. And a cornered beast… is the most dangerous of all.
"You dare challenge ME?!" the Shadow King bellowed, his voice shaking the very heavens.
A massive pulse of darkness erupted from his body, sending shockwaves across the battlefield. Many were thrown back. Even Jack had to brace himself.
The sky turned black. The ground cracked. Reality itself seemed to warp.
Jack clenched his teeth. This was it.
The final clash.
Jack teleported before the Shadow King could attack, appearing mid-air above him.
His Anti-Matter Rifle glowed white-hot, overloaded with energy.
"You lost the moment you underestimated me!" Jack roared.
He fired point-blank.
The shot shattered space itself.
The Shadow King screamed.
The blast tore through his armor, sending cracks of light spreading across his dark form.
But he wasn’t finished yet.
With the last of his strength, the Shadow King lunged forward, his obsidian sword aiming for Jack’s heart.
Time slowed.
Jack couldn’t dodge.
The blade was inches away—
Until a blinding golden arrow pierced through the Shadow King’s head.
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Jack barely had time to process what had happened.
He turned, his vision locking onto Aureliana, the Elven Princess.
Her bow was still raised, her expression cold, yet her hands trembled.
Jack exhaled sharply.
That was close.
The Shadow King staggered, his form unraveling into wisps of darkness.
"This… this is not the end…" he rasped. "I will return… I will…"
But before he could finish—
Jack raised his rifle one last time.
BOOM.
The final shot annihilated the Shadow King.
His body disintegrated into nothingness.
Silence.
The battlefield stood still.
The Shadow Army… gone.
The darkness that had loomed over the world for centuries—shattered.
Aureliana lowered her bow, staring at Jack with a mixture of relief and admiration.
Jack let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.
He turned back toward the battlefield—toward the Elves, the Dwarves, the allies who had fought by his side.
Then, the first cheer rang out.
And then another.
And another.
Until the entire battlefield erupted into a triumphant roar.
Jack closed his eyes, letting the sound wash over him.
They had won.
The war was over.
But even as he stood victorious, Jack knew…
This was only the beginning.
