"Thud... thud..."
The two heads raining down from the sky caused the raging battlefield below to fall silent.
Then, the identities associated with the two heads were recognized:
"It's His Majesty the King!"
"It's Lord Cis!"
...
The deaths of the king and the rebel leader allowed panic to spread uncontrollably.
Both the Silver Moon Guards and the rebels began to ponder one question - if the leadership is gone, what are we fighting for?
At this moment, if anyone with high status from either cast steps forwards, they could hold off the soldier's panic.
But unfortunately,
Even Prince William and Duke Lute stood stunned, looking at those two heads on the ground, immersed in boundless terror and shock, too overwhelmed to manage their increasingly turbulent subordinates.
