King Viktor got up from the ground and fixed his clothes, spitting out the mouthful blood that was still in his mouth. He'd never felt such fear in his life, like something from the deepest parts of his being was dragged put forcefully.
Something he didn't want on the surface level, something that has blinded the best leaders to ever walk the land — emotions. He was feeling a lot of them at the same time. Anyone would agree that they better functioned with emotions under control but at the moment they were threatening to hold him hostage.
But most importantly he'd never been embarrassed like this before because he stayed out of the four Kingdom's way and the only Kingdom that was close to his was Wilderden the Kingdom of Goblins and they were weaklings.
