For instance, an aged prince may lose control, may be unable to deter forces within their territory, while a newly awakened prince might take too long to recover their strength, or because of insufficient sleep, be unable to wake from their tormented nightmares.
But none of that is the company's concern anymore.
The company only wants you, Prince Maxim, dead.
Pharaoh. Li Pan, "Die."
"Boom!!"
Upon their first meeting, without exchanging a word, Li Pan showed the utmost respect by swinging his flail straight toward the man's head as he half-lay in a pool of plasma.
But this superhuman blow missed its mark.
The man in the crimson battle robe floated in mid-air, his body bathed in blood as thick as milk, expressionlessly observing the Pharaoh made of black crystal with his golden eyes. Clearly, he had just awakened, and his epidermis hadn't fully regenerated.
Li Pan also raised his head to look at the prince and closed his eyes for a moment.
So strong...
