Since King Valentin had been the first to unleash his full power, the enemy elders no longer held back. Their combined might surged as they launched a large-scale assault. The air crackled with energy.
Distracted by the glinting earring in his palm, the king's focus wavered at the worst possible moment.
The attack struck him with crushing force. He crumpled beneath a cascade of bricks and rubble from the shattered palace walls. With their advantage growing, the enemy surged deeper into the palace, swiftly seizing control of the entire west wing.
A dense mist swirled around King Valentin's body, rendering him powerless to control his enemies.
His brute strength alone wasn't enough to free him from the crushing debris—not with Elder Alfred relentlessly adding more rubble to the pile, ensuring the king's entrapment.
Not far away, the knights from Lumi's house were losing ground, their backs against the wall—both literally and figuratively.
