At the same time.
Washington.
There's a manor on the outskirts.
Surrounded by beautiful mountains and clear water, the environment is pleasant.
At this moment.
Behind the manor.
A foreign man is leaning against a tombstone drinking alcohol.
He has dark skin, chestnut curled hair, a thick beard, and a sturdy body, like a small hill.
This man is none other than the "King of Destruction" Mark Tum, one of the Ten Great Divine Kings of the Divine Court.
And the owner of this tombstone is his wife.
Right now.
The King of Destruction is slightly drunk, his eyes red and muttering something.
"Eunice, now I've become even stronger, and I have enough power to protect you, but you're not here anymore...
My dear, there are so many things we haven't done yet, but you've left me forever...
This damn God, why would He separate us, why..."
As he speaks, tears flow down the King of Destruction's face.
