CHAPTER 917
"And why is that? You may wonder; well, I have finished off every single person in this town. Men, women, civilians, kids and even your men. They are all gone, Bale."
It was as if thunder had struck Bale; his hands slipped from the armrests of his throne, hanging limp.
His mouth hung open in silent horror after absorbing the mage's declaration.
Even the officials remaining in the room cast nervous, frantic glances among one another, consumed by deep worry at what the youth had just proclaimed.
Had—had he truly eliminated hundreds of people in a single day?
How?
Now, Bale's so-called strongest mage lay before them, his head having rolled out of a portal the intruder had just conjured.
The entire situation was terrifying and surreal at the same time.
There was no escape.
They knew it, and so they remained rooted in place by a primal fear that even the slightest movement on their part would result in a swift end.
