A player in Jujutsu Kaisen

The might of the dragon {123}

A wide grin stretched across the figure's face as he stepped out of the crimson portal, his voice booming through the desolate area. "Oh, you were waiting for me, isn't this marvelous!"

Kenzo squinted, taking in the imposing figure before him. This was the Dragon Monarch, the embodiment of destruction, and he had finally arrived. Here stood the answer to Kenzo's desperate summons, a gamble he knew could tip the scales in their favor or unleash unimaginable chaos.

The Dragon Monarch was a physical manifestation of power. His physique, sculpted with honed muscle, showcased years of battle and dominion. Crimson hair, seemingly ablaze with an inner fire, cascaded down his broad shoulders. A neatly trimmed red beard framed a face etched with both regality and a hint of feral amusement. His eyes, the most captivating feature, glowed with an unsettling crimson light, reflecting the very essence of destruction he commanded.

Clad in shimmering silver-red armor, the Dragon Monarch exuded an aura of authority. The high collar of the armor accentuated his imposing stature, while a reddish-brown tailcoat swayed gracefully with each movement. Kenzo couldn't help but sense an undercurrent of untamed power beneath the regal facade.

A fearsome army materialized behind the Dragon Monarch – a writhing mass of dragons and monstrous beasts, all poised for battle. From Kenzo's own shadow, a counterforce emerged – his contingent of shadow soldiers. Over the past three days, Kenzo had meticulously trained them, ensuring even his weakest soldier stood toe-to-toe with a Special Grade sorcerer. He had even bolstered his ranks with the remaining two Disaster Curses, desperate to bridge the numerical gap. Despite being outnumbered ten to one, Kenzo's forces boasted superior quality.

The Dragon Monarch boomed, his voice echoing across the battlefield, "Yield, Shadow Monarch, and join me! Or die today!"

Kenzo's response was a resolute, "Bring it."

A demonic grin contorted the Dragon Monarch's face. "That's the spirit!" With a flourish, he materialized his battle armor and hefted a draconic sword, its edge gleaming with malevolent power. As he released his mana, a tremor surged through the air, shaking not just Japan, but the entire world. This battle promised to be a fight for the ages.

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The Dragon Monarch, a colossus of destruction incarnate, unleashed his fury. A single, primal roar ripped from his throat, a sound that seemed to tear at the very fabric of reality. With a flick of his wrist, a torrent of fire erupted from his draconic blade. It wasn't a mere flame, but a condensed inferno – a white-hot maelstrom that devoured the air itself.

The fire spread outwards with horrifying speed, a tide of incandescent oblivion. Buildings crumbled to dust in an instant, their steel frames melting like wax. Trees ignited in a blink, their screams a ghastly symphony swallowed by the roar of the flames. The earth itself seemed to scorch, the ground turning to cracked and smoldering glass.

Everything the fire touched ceased to exist. It wasn't mere combustion; it was annihilation. The intense heat vaporized all it encountered, leaving behind only the faintest wisps of ash, a chilling testament to the absolute power of the Dragon Monarch's flames.

Kenzo's shadow soldiers, despite their recent enhancements, recoiled from the inferno's fury. Even the mightiest dragons in the Dragon Monarch's army flinched back, their fiery breath rendered insignificant compared to their master's cataclysmic display. The battlefield transformed into a hellscape, bathed in an eerie white light and choked by the acrid stench of utter destruction. The Dragon Monarch stood amidst the devastation, his form a silhouette against the inferno, his crimson eyes blazing brighter than the fire itself. He was a terrifying god of destruction, reshaping the world with a single, devastating act of his will.