At that moment, the heavy silence that had wrapped itself around the hall was abruptly pierced by the scraping of chairs against the polished floor. The sound was subtle at first, barely noticeable but as more officers involuntarily shifted in their seats, it grew louder, sharper, echoing with the weight of guilt and fear. All eyes darted about the room, scanning expressions, judging movements, wondering who among them was about to crack under pressure.It was no longer just General Marcus’s confession that had shaken them, it was the terrifying realization that no one, absolutely no one in that hall, could hide from the Supreme King’s technique. There was no point in denial, no room for deception. His ability wasn’t just talk, it was real, precise, and inescapable. And now that the truth had started flowing from Marcus’s lips, there was no telling where the blade of exposure would stop.Some of the War Kings and Great Generals who had hidden ties to the Circle clenched their fists ti

The entire hall gasped.Scorpion, known to all as the fastest among the Shadow Knights trained killers who moved like wind and vanished like shadows had been outpaced. And not by another assassin or warrior. By the Supreme King himself. A man most of them had only ever seen in ceremonial calm or political stillness. But now, they saw the fire behind his crown. The raw, terrifying power he possessed.Even Scorpion’s expression changed. For the first time, the cold, composed killer looked surprised. His dagger trembled slightly in the firm grip of the Supreme King.At that moment Everyone else in the room? Frozen. Wide-eyed. Mouths agape. They had just witnessed what look like impossible.Derek, who had ordered the Shadow Knights into the room with smug confidence, clenched his fists slowly. He didn’t say anything yet, but deep down, something cracked. He knew Scorpion’s speed well had seen him eliminate targets before they even realized they were being attacked. And yet, in this moment

At that moment in time, as Derek slowly rose to his feet with both hands locked behind his back, the atmosphere in the hall grew heavier. His voice rang through the hall, not loud, but it struck like a gavel. Every syllable was deliberate, sharp, and commanding. The war kings, great generals, military officers, and elite guards all had their eyes fixed on him, knowing that the next words to leave his mouth could very well determine the course of the entire empire.Derek’s expression was calm, yet filled with subtle disdain. “It appears,” he began, “that the Supreme King has forgotten his place.”A wave of murmurs tried to rise from the crowd, but none dared to speak. Derek raised his hand lightly, and silence fell once more.“He has overstepped,” Derek continued. “He has mocked the throne, the bloodline, and the legacy we swore to protect. But because I, Derek of the Royal House, speak not as a mere nobleman but as the voice of the royal mandate today, I will not order Scorpion to sta

At that moment, Scorpion’s body began to twist and stretch unnaturally, his monstrous claws elongating like sharpened metal sickles. Thick, black smoke billowed from his back and shoulders like an ominous storm cloud, swallowing the space around him. His eyes gleamed blood red, not with fury but with hunger. Hunger to kill. The air itself began to tremble beneath the intensity of his transformation.Before anyone could react, before even the most experienced generals could blink Scorpion lunged. His voice didn’t need to announce his move; his very presence screamed destruction. And just as the brain was about whispering to Damien to brace himself, the monster was already there.A blur. That was all most saw.Scorpion's attack was not a straight charge. He danced yes, danced around Demia with terrifying footwork, mixing vicious kicks and ruthless punches with near-silent steps. He wasn't fighting to overpower. He was fighting to infect. His goal was clear: land a touch with his finger

At that moment, upon seeing what just happened, Derek, who had been trying to keep his composure all along, almost lost his footing. Immediately his eyes widened in disbelief, and his lips parted slightly, but no words came out. He couldn’t even blink. His body had gone rigid, as though time itself had stopped just for him to fully process what he had just seen.The Supreme King… had just killed Scorpion...Killed him effortlessly.And not with some flashy display of overwhelming strength or chaos, not even with a drawn-out battle that tested both warriors’ limits. No. It was done with eerie calmness, terrifying precision, and a technique so rare and incomprehensible, it didn’t even look real.Knowing the humiliating eyes that would soon follow him, Derek sank slowly back into his seat, his eyes never leaving the motionless body now lying on the floor. “That’s it?” he muttered under his breath, unable to believe that a warrior like Scorpion, feared across continents, fell like a commo