"Celestial Emperor!!!"
Artax fell on his knees with a loud thud in front of a massive black gate, clenching his fists and roaring in anger.
"Such noise and chaos, how disrespectful!"
In an instant.
The pressure descended, shattering Artax's limbs, forcing him onto the ground. His bones cracked entirely, and the energy within him was suppressed, unable to heal his injuries.
He shouted in terror, "Celestial Emperor, the mission failed, General Rokaka is dead!"
Bang!
The black gate rumbled open backward, and Artax was flung inside. A gigantic hand grasped his neck, turning his face red instantly, making it hard to breathe.
Artax looked at the Evil Race in front of him, their eyebrows long and vertical pupils, no eyes, but an empty void wriggling with worm-like things inside, terrifyingly eerie.
"Rokaka is dead?" The giant Evil Race spoke in a hollow yet heavy voice, resonating directly in the mind, shaking the soul.
