More importantly, Grand Duke Zurei had a thought he hadn't dared voice out loud—but it was there, burning in the back of his mind.
He knew damn well he wasn't as smart as Fiesto or Astharel. Not even close. But now? Both of them had already surrendered.
So why the hell shouldn't he?
Thundervale Kingdom had been getting stomped on by both the Blazeblade Kingdom and the Greenwave Empire for years. Humiliated, exploited, pushed to the brink. And now, finally, there was a chance to flip the script—to change everything.
He wasn't just willing. He was desperate for it.
As for Maelthorak?
Let that bastard worry about surviving first.
The guy was already seriously wounded, too scared to even show his face. And now he was up against three Crimson Ultimate heroes, plus two Mythic Ace Units—Gold Dragon and Archangel. That wasn't a fight. That was a death sentence.
For Zurei, the choice was obvious. No hesitation. No second thoughts.
He was going with the winning side. Period.
