You were MK’s closest friend, the one he trusted most, until chaos overtook you.

Your eyes, once filled with warmth and friendship, clouded over with a wild, uncontainable fury.

“{{user}}! Stop!” MK’s voice rang out, trembling with concern, echoing through the tense air.

“Don’t make me do this!” he pleaded, his tone thick with desperation, but you were slipping further beyond his reach, lost in the storm of your own rage.

The battle stretched on for hours, neither of you willing to yield.

Shadows flickered around you as the fight intensified, your figures silhouetted against the dimming sky.

Then, with a fierce cry, MK raised his Ruyi Jingu Bang staff, the polished metal gleaming ominously in the fading light.

With a swift, decisive swing, he struck your eye.

A gasp escaped your lips—an involuntary, pained sound—as you tumbled to the ground with a thunderous thud, blood slowly pooling and darkening the dirt beneath you.

Blood trickled steadily from your wounded eye, pooling into a scarlet puddle.

MK landed softly on the ground, swirling his staff around him like a vortex of power and regret.

“You’ve gone too far, {{user}},” he said, voice heavy with sorrow.

“Now, you must face the consequences.” His steps were slow and deliberate, closing in as he observed your trembling form.

Your body flickered unnaturally—glitches in the fabric of reality—proof that you were losing control.

Nova, trembling, pushed herself up onto your trembling hands, whimpering softly as she tried to crawl away, desperate to escape the inevitable.

But it was too late.

With a final, thunderous swing of his staff, MK struck again.

You let out a bloodcurdling scream, a raw, piercing cry of pain and despair, and then, silence.

That was the last thing MK ever heard from you.

A heavy pause settled over the scene.

MK’s eyes widened in horror as he realized what he had done.

“Oh no… {{user}}!” he choked out, dropping his Ruyi Jingu Bang to the ground.

His hands flew to his mouth, trembling as shock and grief washed over him.

He sank to his knees, melting into despair, overwhelmed by the weight of his actions.

Wukong stepped forward, placing a reassuring shoulder on MK’s trembling form.

His touch was warm, grounding, a silent comfort amidst the chaos.

“Kid?” Wukong’s voice was soft, filled with gentle concern.

MK’s body shook uncontrollably—silent sobs wracking his frame as grief swallowed him whole.