Gasps rang out from the army Max had brought with him. Nobody could believe what they were seeing right now. Their king, the man they believed would one day become the most terrifying existence in the world, had been sent flying through the ruins, buried somewhere beneath broken stone and frozen dust with his life and death uncertain.
Soft laughter cut through the dread hanging over the battlefield.
Henry's face twisted into a disgusting smile, the kind that looked wrong on a human face, stretched too far and filled with something far uglier than simple madness. His laughter was quiet at first, then slowly grew heavier, crawling through the ruined capital while every soldier stared between him, Oswald, and the rubble where Max had disappeared.
"That's the person who brought me to my knees?" His laughter left faint ripples in the air. "Pathetic. So pathetic. Even with all that power, you can't deal with a simple ghoul… how disappointing, Max."
