The King did not stop after severing the general's arm.
If anything, the sight of blood only deepened the fury burning inside him.
The general collapsed to one knee behind Ken, clutching the ruined stump of his shoulder while blood poured across the battlefield floor. His weapon lay several paces away, forgotten in the dirt.
But the King did not even glance at him.
His entire focus had locked onto one man.
Celestial Ken.
The rage in his chest had become something uncontrollable now. Every word Ken had spoken still echoed in his mind like poison.
His wife had betrayed him.
His own queen.
She had tried to murder their son.
She had helped bring monsters to Valerion.
She had handed their kingdom to the enemy.
The King's grip tightened on his sword until his knuckles whitened.
With a furious step forward he attacked again.
