Dread and horror assaulted the Alpha Omega Overgods inside the Dark Blood Kingdom's capital as they saw the Scarlet King flashing faster and faster toward them, his speed and momentum so overwhelming that a direct collision alone could shatter their bodies.
The instant his approach became undeniable, the eyes of the two generals and two kings leading the battalions of Royal Blutlinie turned toward the Dark Blood King, silently urging him to act.
He was their leader, the one who had commanded them all along, and now it was his responsibility to guide them out of this nightmare.
The Dark Blood King clenched his fists with such force that blood seeped from his palms. Rage burned within him, mixed with a suffocating pressure that clouded his thoughts. Despite his fury, he could not find a clear solution.
