Astorius clenched his fists in rage as he knew that he was the only fighter left on the empire side.
Without hesitation, he went straight toward the battlefield from his command post. His presence alone sent shivers through his own troops. They had never seen the king this angry before.
Astorius stood at the center of the arena and locked his eyes onto Lucius with pure hatred. He then pointed his finger at Lucius. "Come here, you bastard! I'll make sure you pay for your crimes!"
Lucius, who was still sitting on his sofa comfortably, let out a chuckle as he placed his teacup down.
He then tilted his head and smirked. "Crimes? What crime exactly have I committed, dear Astorius?"
He stretched lazily and continued, "All I did was take out the trash. And maybe burn a few worthless scraps along the way."
Astorius immediately retorted in rage. "Enough of your bullshit! Stop hiding behind your words and face me, you coward!"
