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Solomon was firmly grasped by countless pairs of putrid and unusually strong arms reaching out from the depths of darkness, each emitting a nauseating stench. They tightly encircled Solomon's limbs and body, filling him with unprecedented fear and despair. He struggled desperately to break free from these bindings that seemed to come from the grave, but no matter how hard he tried, the arms only seemed to tighten their grip, rendering his struggles futile.
Ruin stood nearby, wearing a sinister smile on his face, seemingly relishing Solomon's struggle. His neck twisted slowly, and the wound inflicted by Holy Axe began to rapidly heal at a visible speed, leaving no trace behind, all in full view of the onlookers. This scene not only showcased Ruin's astonishing recovery ability but also dealt a severe blow to Solomon's psyche.
Solomon's eyes flashed with a hint of despair as he realized he was facing an opponent who played completely outside the bounds of reason. Ruin's abnormal self-healing ability, coupled with his effortless control of dark magic, left Solomon feeling deeply powerless in that moment. His body was tightly bound, allowing the decaying arms to claw at him, turning every movement and breath into excruciating torment. In this despair, Solomon's heart filled with hatred towards Ruin, but at the same time, he also felt a sense of helplessness in his own predicament.
Ruin slowly approached the tightly bound Solomon, his footsteps accompanied by faint echoes in the darkness, as if each step was treading on the most fragile part of Solomon's soul. He stood before Solomon, looking down at the once valiant knight, his eyes flashing with complex emotions. Solomon's eyes were wide with rage and powerlessness, wanting to scream and resist, but the cold, death-like arms tightly sealed his mouth, rendering him voiceless.
The sound of Ruin was low and carried a hint of mockery, as if he were admiring a delicate piece of art. He said softly, "There's no need to struggle anymore. I've had my fun. I must say, you have exceeded my expectations..." These words were like a knife, piercing through Solomon's already shattered pride. In Ruin's eyes, Solomon's struggle and anger were nothing more than a small interlude in his amusement.
Solomon was bound and unable to move, his anger and despair intertwined, creating an indescribable pain. His eyes were filled with hatred towards Ruin, but also revealed a hint of desire for a fight, as if to say that if given the chance, he would not spare this enemy who had humiliated him so. However, Ruin only sneered, as if he had already seen through Solomon's thoughts, leaving Solomon feeling even more powerless and hopeless. In this dark forest, Solomon's anger and struggle seemed to be nothing more than a game in Ruin's eyes.
Ruin stood in front of Solomon, watching him being bound and struggling helplessly. A cold smirk appeared on his face. He slowly squatted down, bringing his face close to Solomon's, his eyes filled with disdain and mockery. Then, in a mocking tone, he slowly said, "Back then... we told you to obey us... look at you now, not even worthy of a dog." After saying this, Ruin laughed scornfully, the sound echoing through the night forest, particularly jarring.
Solomon heard these words, and the anger in his heart burned even more fiercely, but his body's constraints prevented him from making any response. He could only silently endure this humiliation. The words of Ruin were like a sharp knife, piercing into the most vulnerable depths of his heart. The feeling of being deeply despised and insulted caused his anger and hatred to reach unprecedented heights. But in that moment, he lacked even the basic ability to resist, and could only silently vow in his heart that if he could break free from these constraints one day, he would repay this humiliation twofold.
As Ruin controlled the magic, those arms that seemed to have a life of their own crawled wantonly on Solomon's body. Their touch was cold and sticky, and each tight entanglement made Solomon feel a wave of suffocation. These arms were not just physical restraints; they seemed to be trying to invade the depths of Solomon's soul, stripping away his every ounce of resistance.
The sound of Ruin is particularly clear in this pitch-black despair, his words seem to carry a certain kind of magic, slowly swirling around Solomon's ears: "You see, Solomon, do you think your anger and power can change anything? In this world, you are just a small screw in our grand plan. Your existence, your anger, even your hatred, are all being used and manipulated by us. You think you are seeking revenge, but in reality, you are just playing the role we have given you."
He continued, "Now, you can choose to continue your meaningless struggle, letting your anger and hatred consume you until you have nothing left; or, you can choose to accept reality and become a part of our power. Think about it, Solomon, join us and you will have far more power than you can imagine, your enemies will have nowhere to hide. But remember, whatever your choice, your fate no longer belongs to you."
These words are like a sharp knife, repeatedly cutting through Solomon's mental defenses, leaving him feeling waves of powerlessness and despair. This mental torment surpasses even the physical pain. Solomon's eyes are filled with anger, but also a deep sense of helplessness. In this moment, he realizes that his anger and strength seem to be nothing more than manipulated pawns.
Yet, within this despair, a newfound clarity and determination emerge from Solomon's innermost being. He knows that even in the face of uncertainty and being controlled by fate, he cannot succumb. A glint of resolve flashes in his eyes, determined to find a glimmer of light in this darkness, even if he is being manipulated.
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