King Alex's lips curled into a faint smile as he could see fear in the eyes of his two sons.
They had fallen back, creating distance between themselves and him.
He wasn't angry, he understood them quite well.
This was the reactive power of a 9th-grade weapon.
A weapon that could be commanded by Sword Level, Sword Generals, and yet it fell within his grip.
In the past, many have fought him for this weapon, despite the countless battles he has fought.
He still held this vibrant blade, not letting it escape his presence.
King Alex chuckled softly, "He-he-he-he-he, I can guess you all can feel it, right?" He asked.
The art of unsheathing the graded weapon was serene, but the second it was out of its sheath.
Its presence became even more domineering.
Caden's eyelid twitched, it took a lot of guts for him to remain in this hall even when his cells were basically trying to force him out of there.
