Shadow Monarch in DC-Chapter 37: Lightning and Shadow

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Tower of Fate – Level 50

Arthur stood before a massive stone door, his Promethium sword resting against his shoulder as he gazed at the intricate lightning bolt symbol carved into the center. The structure itself resembled an ancient fortress, almost like a castle lost to time, its massive walls cracked and weathered. A storm brewed in the skies above, though not a single drop of rain fell, only the distant rumble of thunder and the occasional flicker of lightning illuminating the ominous gateway.

He let out a slow breath, glancing at the permits in his hand, six metallic tablets, each inscribed with a different rune but they all had the lightning bolt symbol. He had spent the last nine floors searching for them, facing nothing but endless ruins, abandoned structures, and old relics of a civilization long past.

Arthur rolled his shoulders. "Gotta say, this was the least fun set of floors so far. Just scavenging through ancient ruins like a damn treasure hunter. At least the assassins and those winged bastards actually put up a fight."

He turned his attention back to his shadow soldiers, standing silently behind him, Doom's towering form, Blade's ever-watchful stance, and the others waiting in the darkness. "You all did good. Even if there wasn't much fighting, I'll give credit where it's due."

As if responding to his words, the permits in his hands suddenly trembled. Arthur narrowed his glowing blue eyes, watching as they lifted into the air, each one rotating as ancient energy pulsed through them. Slowly, they drifted toward the massive stone door, embedding themselves in circular slots along the edges. The moment the last permit locked into place, the lightning bolt symbol erupted with golden energy, bright enough to make Arthur squint. The entire door trembled, cracks spiderwebbing across its surface before

BOOM!

The stone crumbled away disintegrating into nothing as a path was revealed. Beyond it lay an entrance to something grand, something regal. Arthur exhaled through his nose. "that's my cue to enter."

He stepped forward his boots echoing against the polished black marble floors as he entered. The interior was nothing like the ruins he had explored before in these levels, this one felt alive. grand, towering columns lined the vast hall, adorned with golden carvings of gods and warriors. The place radiated ancient power, and the very walls seemed to hum with magic. Massive banners hung from above, tattered yet still proud, displaying the sigil of Kahndaq which Arthur recognized.

Arthur's eyes scanned the chamber, taking in the unmistakable architecture, the engravings on the walls, the aura of magic. A slow smirk crept onto his face. "Yep. It's confirmed."

His footsteps carried him deeper into the throne room, The massive doors leading inside were already open, almost as if expecting him. Inside, the hall stretched into a grand chamber, its high ceiling illuminated by crackling lightning suspended in the air like a storm frozen in time. And at the very end, atop a flight of ancient stone steps, there sat a throne.

It wasn't anything special like a king's throne meant to show wealth, no, this was a throne meant for a ruler who took his place through strength alone. and Arthur knew exactly who it belonged to.

Seated upon it was a man.

in a black and gold uniform, the figure sat in complete stillness, his muscular frame resembling that of a warrior. A regal yet oppressive presence radiated from him, and though he had yet to speak, the sheer authority in the air was suffocating. His piercing eyes, glowing faintly with lightning energy, slowly opened, settling directly on Arthur.

Arthur exhaled, gripping his sword tighter as his smirk widened. "It's Black Adam, alright," he muttered, before tilting his head slightly. "Or should I say... Teth-Adam?"

The name echoed through the throne room like a challenge, and for the first time since entering, Arthur felt a shift in the air, something dangerous.

The ruler of Kahndaq had acknowledged him.

A low hum vibrated through the air as Teth-Adam slowly rose from his throne. Every movement, from the tightening of his fists to the way his cloak shifted, carried an undeniable weight. This was no ordinary foe. This was a true warrior, a warrior who had lived for for centuries, who had conquered, ruled, and destroyed without hesitation. His glowing eyes burned with something deeper than rage.

Arthur watched as Adam straightened to his full height, his godlike physique exuding power. The moment his feet touched the marble floor, cracks splintered outward from the sheer pressure of his presence. Without a word, Adam took a single step forward

And then vanished.

Arthur's eyes widened for a fraction of a second. 'Fast.'

Before he could react, a black-and-gold blur was already upon him, and then

BOOM!

Arthur barely managed to twist his body as a fist came crashing toward his chest. Even while dodging, the sheer force sent a shockwave through the room, shattering the marble floor beneath them. Arthur skid backward, his boots carving trenches into the ground as he steadied himself.

"Very fast," he muttered, his glowing blue eyes sharpening. "Good."

Raising a hand, he snapped his fingers.

From the shadows of the throne room, dozens of creatures emerged, dark, monstrous figures with glowing eyes. They slithered, crawled around the chamber, surrounding Adam like a pack of wolves.

"Scatter," Arthur commanded.

Like whispers in the dark, the shadows melted into the room, disappearing into the cracks, the walls, the very air itself. They would strike when needed, but for now, Arthur wanted this fight alone. No Blade. No Doom. Just him.

Adam raised a brow, glancing at the disappearing shadows before his gaze returned to Arthur. "You rely on trickery." he said, his deep voice like rolling thunder. "Will you fight from the shadows like a coward ?"

Arthur chuckled, rolling his shoulders. "Nah. I just have a lot of options, and i like using them."

And then, lightning struck.

Adam raised a hand, summoning the storm itself. Bolts of golden energy rained down upon Arthur, turning the throne room into a battlefield of crackling electricity.

Arthur's eyes gleamed. He extended his hand

Ruler's Authority.

The lightning stopped midair. It twisted, warped, and then, with a flick of Arthur's fingers, Redirected.

The very bolts Adam had summoned curved back toward him, striking with the force of a divine weapon. But Adam did not flinch. He simply floated over it , the electricity hitting the wall behind him before dispersing into nothing.

Adam moved again faster this time his form blurring as he closed the distance. Arthur barely managed to raise his Promethium sword before Adam's fist crashed against it. The impact sent a shockwave through the entire throne room, sending pillars crumbling and debris flying in all directions.

Arthur twisted his blade, using Adam's own momentum to pivot, his footwork swift, fluid, as he drove a knee toward Adam's ribs. But Adam caught his leg midair and, with a flick of his wrist and threw him across the throne room.

Arthur crashed into a pillar, shattering it into dust before flipping midair and landing on one knee. His grin hadn't faded.

"Damn, alright. You hit like a truck, this is the fight i was looking for!"

Adam's response? A single word.

"Shazam."

A bolt of divine lightning crashed down upon him, engulfing his form in golden energy. For a brief moment, he was nothing but a silhouette in the storm, before he reemerged even faster than before.

Arthur braced himself, gripping his sword tightly.

"Maybe i really should go all out" he muttered, eyes glowing even brighter.

"Let's see if you can keep up."

And then Adam vanished Again

Arthur had barely a fraction of a second to react before a fist came crashing towards his face. He twisted his body at the last moment, narrowly avoiding the strike, but

BOOM!

The sheer force of Adam's punch detonated the air behind him, sending debris flying in every direction. Arthur barely managed to raise his arms before a second punch came, this time aimed at his ribs. He blocked, only for his entire body to be sent skidding across the floor, his boots grinding against the cracked marble.

Adam didn't let up.

He was already on him again, throwing a brutal sequence of attacks—punches, kicks, elbows, every move precise, overwhelming, and unrelenting. But Arthur wasn't some sluggish brute. He moved fluidly, dodging a lightning-fast uppercut, twisting his body to evade a knee strike, parrying a punch with his forearm.

Fist met fist.

Kick met kick.

A Demigod met a Monarch.

Arthur ducked under a swing, driving his knee into Adam's side, making the ancient warrior grunt. But Adam retaliated instantly, grabbing Arthur's leg and hurling him through a nearby pillar.

Arthur twisted midair, planting his feet on the shattered remains before launching himself back at Adam, his Greatsword appeared in his hand flashing in his grip.

CLANG!

Adam caught the Greatsword with his bare hands, lightning crackling from his fingertips.

"Your tricks mean nothing, boy," Adam snarled, pushing forward.

Arthur grinned through the struggle. "I dunno... but you haven't seen all of them yet."

With a surge of Ruler's Authority, he forced Adam's own grip to loosen, just enough for him to wrench the sword free. Arthur twisted, slashing upward, sending a shockwave of force through the throne room.

Adam barely dodged, but Arthur was already moving. He kicked off the ground, flipping over Adam's head, landing behind him with a roll, and this time, he didn't waste a second. He equipped his Doomsday's Bone Gauntlets.

His fist shot forward, driven by every ounce of his monstrous strength.

CRACK!

The impact was thunderous. The shockwave rippled through the air as Arthur's punch connected squarely with Adam's jaw, sending the ancient champion soaring across the throne room like a cannonball.

Adam's body smashed through a marble pillar, then another until he finally collided with the throne itself, shattering the stone seat into rubble. Dust and debris rained down as Adam lay amidst the wreckage, a deep groove in the floor marking his brutal trajectory.

Arthur exhaled, rolling his shoulders as his knuckles tingled from the sheer force of the blow. Then, a grin stretched across his face, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

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"I'm enjoying this, don't disappoint me Adam."

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