"So... so terrifying..." Fiesto stared blankly at the scene before him, his whole body frozen.
He could feel the blood in his veins slow to a crawl.
It was suffocating.
"Such overwhelming power..." Cyclops King Doregar muttered, his eyes gleaming as he watched everything unfold. Deep down, he felt a powerful urge—to persuade Grand Duke Fiesto to surrender.
As a Hero Unit born from the Stronghold faction's elite 12-Tier Royal Units, Doregar believed in one thing above all:
Power.
They revered strength. They followed might.
And right now, the sheer force Ethan was displaying… it was enough to make even him want to kneel.
"Grand Duke Fiesto," Ethan said, turning his gaze toward him with a calm smile, "have you made your decision?"
That smile—so casual, so effortless—hit Fiesto like a mountain crashing down on his chest. The pressure was immense, almost unbearable.
