Kakarotto was still sitting on his throne, a violet lotus flower gently spinning in his right palm. To his left stood a demonic figure, silently observing everything.
Kakarotto looked at Mamdar and calmly said, "You got lucky last time. Now that you've come to me, how do you want to die? If you want an easy death, go ahead and kill yourself. If I have to do it, it won't be pretty."
Mamdar was about to explode with anger at being belittled. He saw the river of blood left by the six clans and would be a fool not to realize how strong Kakarotto was. However, the clan leaders didn't move.
They were hidden, and although the loss of their members was painful, it didn't compare to the empire's throne at stake. Several of their clans were still alive, and strangely, some members had retreated and didn't plan to participate. Soon, it was just a matter of multiplying later.
