The blood dropped from the throne and fell on the giant's back. Sending a shiver down its spine.
It's heart beat rapidly like a drum. It's ears kept ringing from the scream.
Every tyrant, commoner, fool, beggar, dog, bug, everything that heard the hidden boss's words understood him.
Despite not knowing the language he said it in, they understood him... clearly. The words kept echoing in their ear for a while.
WHERE IS MY THRONE?!
And as seconds ticked by, their brains began to ache.
Then a splitting pain assaulted them and they lost grip of themselves.
Like the laws of nature at work, which didn't allow a creature to live again after its death, they forgot what they heard. Like the words were too profound for their puny, unworthy existence.
