King Gomorra and King Atlas charged at the Majin Prince with their weapons at the ready.
Although they were a distance away, they had seen that the Kings, whom they had considered as their rivals, had already perished in Arundel's hands.
But, instead of being afraid, this only made them angrier, so they didn't hesitate to attack the monster, who was several times stronger than them.
Arundel glanced at the two approaching Thrones before shifting his gaze back to the seven-year-old, who was now running away with the help of a Drow, and her Shadow Steed.
The corner of his lips curled up into a smile because he knew that no matter where the boy went, there was no way that he would be able to escape his grasp.
Arundel didn't want the news of him groveling on the feet of a Celestial to spread, so he had no intention of sparing anyone on the battlefield, with the exception of his own forces.
