As if feeling their Kings rage, the one hundred golden dragon tailed lions roared, shaking the skies with their presence.
"Kill!" Percival roared.
More than half of the knights of the Grand Templar Sect were thrown into disarray having fallen down from the crumbling wall, however, they understood the consequences of disobeying King Percival.
Bors frowned, but there was nothing he could do. Even as Percival's close friend, he knew that there was no stopping him when he got like this. Plus, he also understood that Dyon had crossed a line of no return. It was impossible for them to take this insult lying down or else they would never be able to raise their heads high again. At the very least, they had the pride of true paladins.
"Why…" Dyon muttered to himself. "Why are you sending them to die?... What is your purpose?... Does this really matter to you that much?... I only asked to see someone…"
