"Kill!"
A majestic and authoritative voice as deafening as thunder echoed across the land. With the voice's descent, the thundercloud bursts, and daylight returns. The Military Marquis, his aura as resounding as thunder, the impressive silhouette, eyes flashing like lightning, stood tall in midair above the borderlands.
On the other side stood the Gold King, summoned through a sacrificial ritual to the borderlands. At this moment, the Gold King has fully formed, his body encased in blood-red armor, almost indistinguishable from a living man. Blood stained his forehead and armor. Deep wounds crisscrossed his blood-red armor.
The Gold King had been gravely injured by the Military Marquis shortly after his arrival!
"It's the Gold King and the Military Marquis!"
