"Haha! Excellent!" General Ilysov watched as his Personal Guard demonstrated their divine might. They weren't just crushing and herding the Mage Corps like dogs; they had also launched a surprise attack from underground, easily blasting apart the fortress the Guild had constructed.
These brutes were so useful after being blessed and transformed. He believed that unless a Great Mage was present, no one could stop their assault. It was a pity the "Great Mother" hadn't fully awakened yet. Her power had yet to sweep across the entire surface of the world. Otherwise, he would be leading a grand army of death and immortality to purge the Valois people and achieve unparalleled glory for himself.
He could already see it: the weak William II, trembling as he handed over the crown and the Emperor's grand robes. His most loyal and powerful Personal Guard would accept them, then place the crown on his head and drape the robes over his shoulders.
