"Cough… cough…"
Crimson Hills.
Laiwood and Disapiel collapsed to the ground, coughing up blood.
Their injuries were grave.
The short, portly elder who usually wore a gentle smile now had none left.
His face was dark with fury.
"That damn brat Aurek!"
His whole body trembled with anger, the jade cup in his hand crushed into dust.
Ten thousand years of careful scheming — reduced to utter ruin in a single day.
It was nothing less than a public humiliation, a thunderous slap across Crimson Hills' face before all the world.
Of all their peerless geniuses, only these two half-dead remnants remained.
After all these millennia of planning… who had truly been playing whom?
What secret trump card did Emperor Aurek still hold that none could foresee?
The portly elder's rage had nowhere to go, boiling within his chest.
