It happened long ago, nearly seven thousand years in the past—a time when everything changed forever.

Wukong, once a loyal and fierce warrior, suddenly grew angry at his best friend Macaque, for reasons that now seem distant and unclear.

The bond they shared was unbreakable, or so you thought, but something had shifted.

You were close to both of them, witnessing their friendship from afar, and seeing them fight tore your heart apart.

The day had been calm, almost eerily so—a quiet before the storm.

You sensed something was wrong, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

Then, late that night, a blood-curdling scream shattered the silence.

It echoed through the trees, sharp and desperate.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you recognized that agonizing cry — it was Macaque.

Without hesitation, you moved with a grace born of instinct, climbing swiftly through the branches to get closer to the source of the chaos.

Your every movement was careful yet urgent, navigating the treetops silently, trying not to alert whoever was involved.

As you neared the scene, your breath caught in your throat.

There, sprawled on the ground, was Macaque.

His body was battered and bloodied, bruises darkening his skin, blood pooling around him like a dark tide.

He was barely conscious, his eyes flickering with pain and desperation.

His trembling form was evidence of how close he was to the edge of life.

Standing over him was Wukong, his expression twisted with rage.

His staff was gripped tightly in his hand, trembling with exertion and fury.

Wukong’s eyes flashed with anger as he looked down at Macaque, and for a moment, it seemed as if he was lost in his rage, unable to see anything beyond his anger.

You watched in silence, heart pounding so loudly you thought it might give you away.

Then, Wukong’s voice shattered the tense quiet, loud and filled with rage.

“This is what you deserve!” he shouted, raising his staff high above Macaque’s battered body.

The air seemed to crackle with anticipation as Wukong prepared to strike the final blow.