In the last moments before his consciousness faded, the First King was filled with unwillingness, regret, and rage. Unwilling because he could not fathom dying in such an inexplicable manner, especially when his journey to the Isles of Immortality was about to commence, and he was on the cusp of fully resolving the side effects of the Blood Soul Secret Box, heralding a period of tremendous increase in his strength.
His regret stemmed from provoking the Magical Golem Sect, marking its four Fighters as his prey. It turned out that there was an old monster lurking behind these four, waiting in the shadows, like a mantis stalking a cicada. He had unwittingly become the prey!
The rage was the shout that the First King let out just before his death.
Arlington! Damn Arlington!
