An icy shiver ran down his spine as he watched the spectacle of pure madness unfolding.
A group of soldiers pushed the others aside. Together, they encircled the King of Heroes' corpse. Standing like ramparts, they cast ominous shadows as their leader turned to him.
Middle-aged and sporting an amiable smile, the crest on his armor sparkled with mana. Blonde hair cascaded down his face, and a commanding aura wafted from his deep blue eyes.
His mere presence forced the angry citizens into a tense silence. Yet, behind it, suspicion flashed in their eyes. After all, his spotless armor shone despite the abundant blood covering the ground and the ash falling down the sky.
And amidst the oppressive silence, everyone gulped when he unsheathed his sword, turned, and cleaved his former lord in halves. The most disturbing part about it? He seemed delighted to desecrate the body and continued.
