The three-hundred twenty-six Knights and soldiers of the Etheros Empire witnessed everything.
Their enemies' charred bodies, the guts spilling from their open wounds. Their exposed muscles and bones. The men's empty screams, their gazes begging for relief. Their low growls asking for help.
Boros could remember every single detail. To this day, he couldn't forget how cruel the fate of their enemies was. His fellow soldiers just stood and watch, ignoring the pleas they were hearing.
It wasn't because it was their job to see things through that they didn't run away from the sight. It was because their feet were sealed to the ground.
The Knights and soldiers were afraid that, if they dared take a single step, they would be the next to be consumed by the flames.
A power so frightening that it could subdue ten-thousand soldiers at once, the Crown Prince possessed that.
But that was not the extent of it.
