King Magnar, Kate, Ralph, and all the leaders of Valora Continent stood frozen in utter disbelief, their eyes locked on the space where Drevon had just been reduced to ashes.
For years—no, for decades—they had feared that man. He was the storm cloud that loomed over their future, the shadow that lingered even during moments of peace.
And now, right before their eyes, that very nightmare had been ended. Not by an army. Not by a great alliance. But by a single young man. By Max. Swiftly. Effortlessly. Brutally. They could hardly believe what they had witnessed. The figure they had dreaded for so long, who had ruled the central region with blood and terror, had been wiped out like a fly crushed under a boot.
