It was as if just a mere thought, or perhaps not even a thought was necessary; the very presence of the esteemed guest was enough to trigger disaster.
The next second, Alek and his five close followers simultaneously halted in their steps...
No, to be precise, their bodies suddenly froze in place, as if bound by invisible ropes.
After a brief silence, a voiceless terror began to spread.
Alek's eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth simultaneously spewed fresh blood, gushing like an open faucet.
The blood was so vividly red, appearing almost surreal in the sunlight.
That crimson color etched into Thomas's retina, unable to vanish even when he closed his eyes.
Subsequently, the Second Prince's head burst open like an overripe watermelon right before everyone's eyes, transforming into a mass of flesh and blood, scattering in all directions.
His five followers met the same fate... their heads exploding at the same time.
