The entire battlefield now wore a coat of yellow, consumed by the flames that had ravaged the once-mighty army, reducing it to naught but ashes.
Amidst this blazing inferno, Ivan stood, his countenance devoid of remorse for the hundreds of soldiers he had incinerated alive. Across from him, Azonai's fury burned even brighter than the conflagration beside them.
"This wasn't the plan. You were meant to aid me in obliterating the Venai," Azonai seethed, unable to mask the anger in his voice.
"Plans change, " Ivan retorted, his tone detached and unapologetic.
"I'm clueless as to your intentions, but I assure you that after I kill this pitiful king, your life is next," Azonai's threat hung in the air as his hand poised for a lethal strike against Bacci.
[Skill: Chrono-speed is active]
