Death of Immortal Kings

With every step the ground ripped violently, sending shards of stone ricocheting off walls, returning the building to its bare bones. There was nothing left in him anymore. This was the end. The King of Peace had finally succumbed to power. His once silver aura was as black as night, his despair too great. There was no saving him. His time as the Immortal King was at its end. There was no one to bring him back from the brink.