At that moment, inside Damien’s room, with Victoria’s uncle’s severed head still dangling in his grip, Damien’s expression remained unreadable. His breathing was calm, but his voice carried a sharp edge of mockery and controlled anger.“You thought you were wise,” Damien said coldly, his words cutting through the still air like a blade. “You thought that little trick of yours would stop me from dealing with you. I understand what you were trying to do, every desperate move, every little detail. I know the only way to make you useless you is to cut your head off cleanly and make sure it never touches your body again.”His eyes narrowed as he studied the lifeless face in his hand, the faint trace of defiance still frozen in its expression. “I’m curious, though… where did you learn this little trick of yours? Who taught you something like this? Was it born out of desperation… or arrogance?”Then Damien’s tone shifted into something quieter, almost contemplative, though the coldness never

At that moment, Damien’s voice was calm, almost unnervingly calm, as he spoke to Victoria’s uncle. “Looking at you,” he said, his tone steady but sharp enough to slice through the thick air in the room. “I can see it in your eyes, you’re telling the truth. I can feel it. And because of that… I’ll make your death seamless. No pain. Quick.”The words hung there, cold and final, like a blade resting against a throat.Victoria’s uncle felt his chest tighten as if invisible hands were squeezing the life out of him. His legs trembled involuntarily, and a drop of sweat ran down the side of his face. The promise of a painless death wasn’t comforting, it was horrifying. It was the calm certainty in Damien’s tone that struck fear deep into his bones.“W–wait!” Victoria’s uncle stammered, his voice breaking as he instinctively stepped back, his hands trembling. “Y–you promised! You said if I told you the truth, you wouldn’t hurt me!” His words came fast and uneven, like a man desperately graspin

Inside the grand marble hall of the Royal Command Citadel, where golden torches flickered against the ancient walls and the floor echoed every subtle shift of boot and armor, all the mighty war kings, seasoned generals, and top-ranking military officers were already seated. Each man and woman wore a uniform that told tales of blood, conquest, and power some more decorated than others, but all equally respected across the lands.Yet today, none of their medals or hardened expressions could hide the unease building in the room.The Supreme King had summoned them without explanation. A royal decree had gone out at dawn, no delay permitted, no excuses tolerated. And now, here they were, seated at the long crescent-shaped war table, their faces stiff, some confused, others whispering quietly, their eyes glancing at one another as though trying to read minds. But no one had answers.Because this wasn’t normal.The Supreme King did not summon meetings like this for mere protocol or greeting

At that moment, upon hearing what Derrick had just said, the atmosphere inside the hall shifted instantly. It was as if the weight of every gaze in the room tilted in one direction, turning sharply toward the Brain. The murmurs fell silent. Every war king, every top ranking officer, every shadowy figure present wanted to hear what he had to say.The Brain sat with unnerving stillness, his hands folded neatly before him, posture calm, too calm for the growing storm in the room. On the surface, he appeared unbothered, like this was just another council session. But deep inside his mind, a different story played out. His thoughts raced. He knew, without a shred of doubt, that something was brewing. Something dangerous. Something irreversible.He couldn’t piece together why Damien, why the Supreme King would personally involve himself in whatever was about to unfold today. The Supreme King was not the kind of man who wasted his presence on trivial matters. He was not a figure you could un

At that moment, upon hearing what Derrick had just said, the atmosphere in the hall shifted into something far heavier than before. A silent wave of fear rippled through the crowd. No one dared to even breathe too loudly. Every pair of eyes turned toward the Brain, waiting, almost pleading for him to back down.Most of them thought the same thing, he should just apologize now. he shouldn't push forward. he shouldn't even try and fight back. This was Derrick they’re talking about. The man’s authority was unquestionable, and his reputation for ruthless action was well known. If the Brain had any sense of self-preservation, now would be the moment to bow his head, mutter an apology, and let the storm pass.But to their utter disbelief, the Brain didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He didn’t even blink.Instead, he simply stood there, his gaze locked directly on Derrick. It wasn’t a glare filled with rage, nor was it the wide-eyed look of a man gripped by fear, it was calm, steady, and unflinc