Meanwhile, the emperor's facial features tensed, and his teeth sank into their gums under his jaw's pressure. His fist trembled as he watched his once-powerful slave's last breath rattle in its throat.
The behemoth was a unique specimen in the world. It even signed a non-aggression pact with Zuberi Nyota and had overlooked a part of the continent for millennia.
He had gone to great lengths in his quest to reclaim its lands, subdue, and enslave it a century ago... All for what? To see it die against that foreigner? That cultivator?
The worst part that made his heart bleed and eyes burn in fury? He lost his arms' transformation and the ability to use the behemoth's roar now that it died. After all, he didn't carry the creature's beating heart everywhere because of some mental illness. No. He needed it as a medium to channel its powers into his body. But now it was gone!
