The hall was spacious, with Xius sitting on a chair made of gold. His height was over two meters, dressed in excessively opulent clothing, with a pale complexion and golden long hair casually cascading over his shoulders.
In front of him lay a banquet of wine and meat.
A number of young women danced gracefully here, like tireless puppets.
They danced until the skin on their feet was torn, leaving bloody footprints on the ground, yet they were not allowed to stop their dance.
Thunderous echoes reverberated in the grand hall.
Xius raised his head, silver chains propelling the golden wedge, like self-guided missiles targeting every guard present.
And through the opening, a golden-haired girl shouted angrily, "Sword of Promised Victory!"
She drew her sword, and in the air a golden sword of light swiftly condensed, exuding a momentum capable of annihilating everything, slashing down from above.
"Ah!"
The guards present cried out in fright, yet no one worried about Xius's safety.
