A heavy silence fell after Maximilian's declaration, and it was soon filled by the whispers of the dragons standing behind the Ancestors.
"Th-that's Prince Maximilian. What is he doing here?"
"The entire Valcyrian is out searching for him, and he actually dared to show up here. Has he given up on living?"
"His father's death must have shocked him so badly that he came here to take revenge, with no regard for his own life."
"Tch, if he was that eager to die, he could have offered us his head. Then the Ancestors wouldn't need to give the reward to anyone for killing him."
The whispers died as the crushing pressure of Magnus's presence grew so heavy that it reached even the gathered dragons, though they were not its target.
Maximilian, the central target of the pressure, was smashed down from the air.
Bam!
His body slammed onto the roof of the golden castle, sending a ripple of dust outward. Yet Maximilian managed to remain on his feet, bracing both hands on his knees.
