"Why?"
In a palace worth a city, the deep voice of a depressed man reverberated in the throne hall.
The man facing the question leaned back on the throne to a more comfortable position. He didn't even bother to open his eyes.
Shaking in anger, Bali stood looking up at the throne, and waited. Along with him, Irene Nial and Kevin, the surviving sovereigns also waited.
"Three Billion lives." Irene Nial's chest heaved up and down as she gritted her teeth to the point blood started leaking out of her lips.
"And the death of Sovereign Albert, just how could you?" Kevin asked with bloodshot eyes.
The atmosphere in the room grew heavier. Even though it was the palace of the 'Human Emperor', the grief in the air made it feel like a cemetery.
And that irked Julius.
But he didn't open his eyes. He didn't even bother to open his mouth and answer.
He simply pointed his finger into the air and the interior walls of the throne hall lit up.
