The Red Flame Monarch, Ammonval, fell into a long silence. Marco swallowed hard, anxiously awaiting the outcome.
Suddenly, the Red Flame Monarch, Ammonval, lifted his long sword and swung it around. A fiery red magic array appeared around him, covering half of the battlefield.
"Then I'll wait for a few minutes.
But my patience lasts only a few minutes.
If no one arrives after a few minutes, you will face an unprecedented wrath from me.
You and your troops will turn to ashes and completely vanish."
The Red Flame Monarch, Ammonval, spoke casually, thrusting his long sword fiercely into the ground, as if wiping out the fortress guards were as easy as pie.
Marco nodded cautiously, indicating that if there was any falsehood, he would willingly accept his punishment.
The subordinate next to the Red Flame Monarch, Ammonval, initially wanted to advise him, but seeing his resolve, knew that any words would be useless to sway him, so they gave up.
