The Tyrant Shadow

Even the blind could read the truth etched into my expression:

"I’m going to kill you, no matter the cost. No one, nothing, will stand in my way—everything in my path will be cut down!"

And yet, a bitter curse clawed its way from within. My hatred festered as I realized a simple, damning truth:

The enemy I despise is also growing stronger.

It evolves with me—crafting new tricks, setting new traps. It cloaks itself in soothing lies, disguising its venom as salvation. Its weapons aren't swords or shields but illusions that feed my pain and offer sweet poison.

What could be more terrifying?

The strongest enemy isn’t one that’s simply cruel or relentless—it’s the one within. The one who knows me too well. The one that whispers my secrets to the void, exposes my flaws, drags my insecurities into the light. It knows exactly where to strike, exactly how to wound me so I fall apart.

But it isn’t satisfied with just killing me.

No.

It craves my despair. It feeds on my suffering. It revels in my misery. It laughs as I cower in fear, mockingly replaying my failures, drowning me in the agony of regret.

I feel terror creep into my soul.

"How? How? HOW?"

"How do I win against this shadow? Against this monster that grows stronger every time I do?"

The answer feels far, yet clear. Strength.

Strength trumps all.

With strength, the weak crumble, and quiver in fear. The world bows to those who wield power.

But even strength will fail unless wielded with utter ruthlessness

To win, I must become more than just strong—I must become ruthless.

I must rip myself apart if that’s what it takes to carve out victory.

Sacrifice. Self-mutilation. Whatever it costs.

Because this is my kingdom.

This is my world.

I AM THE GOD HERE.

How dare you, shadow?

How dare you think you can chain me?

How dare you humiliate me?

How dare you EXIST to oppose my will?!

Arghhhh!!!