"Your Highness, please calm down!"
A Fallen One spoke up.
BANG—!
The words had just left his mouth.
He was sent flying, life or death unknown.
The rest of the Fallen Ones saw this, their hearts pounding, utterly terrified.
This Highness...
Just as the legends say—violent temper, wildly unpredictable.
Buzz—!
Suddenly.
The projection screen before the youth quivered slightly.
On the screen, the previously pitch-black light spot suddenly glowed bright.
This is...
Hub 11, lost.
Its ownership shifted from the Fallen Camp to Human Camp.
"Ah!"
The effeminate youth called "Highness" let out a shrill scream.
His previously handsome face twisted into utter ferocity.
"Despicable, lowly humans!"
"You deserve death!"
The youth raged, while the Fallen Ones kneeling on the ground didn't dare make a sound.
After a long while.
The youth's curses finally ceased.
From his pitch-black eyes—no hint of white—the killing intent was palpable.
