He clutched his severed arm, his eyes full of cowardice and fear.
In Brilda, people began to cry and scream, fear sweeping across the city-state like a tidal wave.
The residents realized that if indeed no one could stop this ninth-order evil spirit and he was allowed to kill their emperor at will, the Cerryti Empire would be finished.
If even the emperor could be easily killed, who else couldn't be killed?
Shrill wails pierced the night sky as people on the streets of Brilda began to flee madly.
They shoved and trampled each other, desperately trying to escape this nightmare of a scene, even wishing to flee from Brilda.
The instinct to survive took over everything, fear devoured all reason.
On the terrace of Saint Astore Palace, Rashal glanced at the War God, whose five forms were short of hands. Though they were clear-minded at the moment and extremely angry, they couldn't reach him.
Rashal again looked at Emperor Saint Baldo, who was kneeling on the ground.
