"Hmm... I've made up my mind. I'll forge a pendant from your corpse."
Kaidric tapped his chin thoughtfully, his voice dripping with casual malice. "Something tasteful to hang from my belt. That should be enough to put the fear of death into the other Abyssal Demons, don't you think?"
"..."
Julius screamed silently, thrashing within the event horizon of the Infinite Soul-Ring. Watching the struggle, a look of twisted anticipation crept onto Kaidric's face.
Titanion Realm. The Northern Bastion of Menethis.
Prince Theodore stood atop the massive stone ramparts, his gaze sweeping over the sprawling grasslands and the dark tree line of the distant forest. His eyes held a mixture of regal pride and steely confidence.
Facing the encroachment of Lokiviria's Alliance of the Hundred Races, Theodore had made the calculated decision to play defense. He had drawn the line here, at the newly fortified Northern Bastion of Menethis.
