The Battlefield

The battlefield was a canvas of carnage, the ground slick with blood, the air heavy with the stench of death. Ethan, a mere 15 years old, stood at the forefront of his soldiers, his sword slicing through the enemy ranks with deadly precision. His eyes seemed to hold a thousand midnights, his movements economical and ruthless.

Finally, he stood over the last man, a grizzled soldier cowering beneath him. Ethan's sword hovered above the man's throat, and he asked, his voice cold and detached, "Life or death?"

The soldier's eyes darted wildly, and he stammered, "L-life."

Ethan's gaze narrowed slightly, but he sheathed his sword and turned to leave. The soldier's eyes flickered with a mix of relief and calculation. In a flash, he snatched a knife from his clothing and lunged at Ethan's back, aiming for his heart

Ethan's reflexes were honed to perfection. He caught the man's wrist, twisting it until the man cried out in pain. Ethan's eyes gleamed with a cold intensity as he whispered, his breath hot against the man's ear, "You are aiming at the wrong place. I don't have a heart. Those who have hearts neither have a life nor victory. If they have anything, then it is death, and that too is humiliating."

With a swift motion, Ethan drew his sword and cut the man's head off in one swing. The head rolled in the dirt, eyes frozen in shock. Ethan's voice was calm and cold as he said, "Open his eyes and take his head to his king. Tell him to see his right eye; he will see the fear of Ethan. And on the left, you will see the helplessness of his king. Raising your head in front of Ethan means losing your head. Or, say this is Ethan's gift."

Ethan's gaze lingered on the head for a moment then swept to the battlefield, his eyes lingering on the carnage before he turned to his soldiers. "Let's move out," he said, his voice firm, his eyes gleaming with a cold intensity that seemed to pierce the very soul.

Watched him with a mixture of awe and fear, their voices rising in unison as they chanted, "Long live King Ethan!" The phrase echoed across the battlefield, a chilling reminder of Ethan's dominance and ruthless power.

The terror of Ethan had started spreading in the air,

The grand assembly hall was filled with representatives from various countries, all united in their determination to bring down Ethan. The air was thick with tension as they debated strategies and plans.

"We must take him down before he conquers us all!" one delegate exclaimed.

"But how?" another asked. "He's ruthless and cunning. We can't underestimate him."

As the discussion continued, the room grew increasingly heated. Every suggestion was met with skepticism and criticism. "You're just trying to further your own agenda," someone would say, or "Your plan is flawed, it won't work."

The delegates couldn't agree on anything, each one convinced that their own plan was the best. The meeting devolved into chaos, with everyone talking over each other and no one willing to listen.

Meanwhile, Ethan was busy conquering country after country, his ruthless tactics and strategic brilliance proving unbeatable. The news of his victories spread like wildfire, striking fear into the hearts of his enemies.

As the assembly hall descended into further chaos, one delegate stood up, his voice ringing out across the room. "We're never going to defeat him if we can't even agree on a plan. We're our own worst enemies."

But his words fell on deaf ears, as the bickering and arguing continued. Ethan. on the other hand, was unstoppable, his empire growing.

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