King of the Dead in Dark Place Manhua

In the heart of the Dark Place, where shadows danced with whispers of forgotten souls, End stood at the precipice of his fate. The moon, a cold sentinel above, cast a silvery glow upon his pallid features as he faced Holos Carmen, the necromancer who had wielded power over him for too long. Holos Carmen's eyes blazed with a malevolent light, his voice a twisted melody that reverberated through the twisted trees. "You dare defy me, puppet of the dead?" he sneered, fingers curling into claws of dark magic. But End, no longer a mere vessel for another's will, felt a fire ignite within him. Memories of his past, of sunlight and laughter, fueled his defiance. With a voice that echoed with newfound resolve, he declared, "I am no longer your pawn, Holos Carmen. I am the master of my own destiny." As the earth trembled beneath their feet, a clash of wills ensued—a battle not only of magic, but of inner strength and determination. Shadows writhed around them, the air thick with the scent of impending change. End summoned powers he never knew he possessed, a force of light amidst the darkness that threatened to consume him. In a blinding flash of energy, End unleashed his true power, a beacon of light that banished the shadows and shattered the hold that Holos Carmen had over him. With a final cry of defiance, End emerged from the depths of the Dark Place as a King in his own right, a ruler of his fate and a harbinger of a new dawn. And as the echoes of his triumph faded into the night, End knew that his journey was far from over. But now, he walked not as a puppet, but as a King—a beacon of hope in a realm once shrouded in darkness.