While the king was questioning his existence…
Far at the edge of the multiverse…
Darius arrived at one of the army's main bases as his aura was faintly released. Instantly, multiple generals appeared as they saluted.
"Marshal," they saluted as Darius laughed.
"Good, good…" Darius replied as the generals smiled.
"What brings you here? Have a seat," the generals said as Darius sat down, his expression full of excitement.
"Haha… the king just spoke to me," Darius said, his eyebrows raised.
Immediately, the generals' smiles widened.
This could only mean one thing.
The Dreadborne organization and the king had broken apart. It was no shock or surprise, after all, the Dreadborne had been running rampant everywhere.
They had destroyed homes… planets… galaxies and the king told them to stand down. How many times had they wanted to show the true capabilities of the military?
Did the Dreadborne organization think it could step on the Federation?
