The final line of defense to the main entrance of the palace had been shattered by blood and fire.
On the rainy night, the stone steps were slippery, and the bodies of the fallen personal guards lay in disarray.
Only the last group of personal guards still tried to form a formation to block the blood-stained sword as the Second Prince Kaelin pressed forward step by step.
The captain of their personal guard, covered in wounds, with his armor shattered, held up his giant hammer and roared, "Your Highness! We're defeated! Can you spare the Fourth Prince's life?"
Kaelin did not answer.
He merely lifted his eyes, his gaze like a beast crawling out from a pile of corpses, with a bone-chilling coldness in the void.
The captain's heart turned cold, but he still braced himself to swing his hammer forward.
Clinging to the last thread of hope, he yelled fiercely and smashed down his giant hammer.
"Ha—!" The hammer fell like thunder.
Yet Kaelin did not dodge.
