The former elegant and luxurious corridor leading to the king's throne was now a sight of nightmares as a single male with black horns and crimson eyes casually walked through the chaotic passage.
Blood and guts were smeared all over the walls and floor.
The royal red carpet was now dyed a dark crimson from the blood of this kingdom's knights and those who stood in his path.
Those who blocked his path died instantly—their hearts crushed or heads split apart...
"King... your end has come... I hope you enjoy death as your kingdom falls apart... I shall find you and rip you limb from limb until you beg for mercy."
His crimson eyes flashed dangerously before stopping in front of the large wooden doors leading to the throne—his fists clenched, causing the blood on the floor to boil and evaporate as his fist shot forwards, smashing the huge doors into smithereens as they flew across the large throne room.
