[Warning: This chapter contains some mature parts]
Shydis growled in anger, and being the King of His Pantheon, Shydis has the Divine right to smite any rule breakers, let alone a lowly apostle.
'How dare he block my justice!'
Shydis's throne room reflected his hedonistic lifestyle, adorned with beautiful decorations and precious stones.
While the alluring dancers performed seductively, capturing the attention of their audiences, except for a brooding King.
Shydis inwardly screamed in rage before a smile spread on his lips.
'I can make their life hell to the point that they will kill themselves, and if I order other dieties they...'
His plan took a nose dive as the door to his throne room was kicked open so hard that the flying missed his head by an inch.
Shydis slammed his spear on the ground as he bellowed, "Who dares!!"
"I dare, BOY!"
