After a few seconds, as if aged by a decade, Duke Dengtis heaved a sigh, slumped powerlessly into his chair. His eyes were dull and gray, and a trickle of fresh blood even overflowed from the corner of his mouth, as he stared lifelessly at the cackling Motan, without uttering a word.
Rebo is dead...
The future king of the Violet Empire, his favorite nephew, Ruth's only child is dead...
All that he had invested, all that he had done, his exhaustive efforts, and that shameful betrayal, had all turned into empty talk...
Unknowingly, Duke Dengtis had come to see Rebo ascending the throne, flexing his muscles, and realizing his grand ambitions as his sole purpose and his entire life's meaning.
Thus, he was willing to collaborate with the loathsome Bafi Marshall, willing to betray his sworn brother Clevo, even prepared to be nailed to the pillar of shame.
