"Shit."
Ozeroth's thoughts were spiraling. His figure tore back through the air in sonic booms, leaving spirals of turbulence in his wake.
He had just been punched… by the Spirit fucking King.
Never in Ozeroth's wildest dreams would he have imagined facing this man today. If someone had told him this morning, he would've called them mad.
But it wasn't his fault, no one would've believed this would happen. They thought they had more time. Thought they could build their strength gradually before eventually confronting him.
The Spirit King, however, had proven to be far more devious than that.
'He waited for the perfect opportunity.'
Eldoralth was in ruins. Great powers were locked in war. The domains had been reduced to cinders. The people were terrified. Everywhere you turned, it was chaos.
'He's not here too.'
But this wasn't just about the chaos. Ozeroth knew the plan Atticus and Whisker had devised: kill the twins, then enter the Zorvan world.
