Chapter 200: On My Path

Ceriron's jaw gaped wide as he stepped forward and almost fell off the balcony of his seating box.

"Impossible! A tragedy has truck our Sanctuary!" He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"My Superiority!" He almost yelled, turning to face Atticus, "This has gone too far! That boy is still smiling as he holds the head of one of the four kings that you have hand-picked! This.... this is treason!" His body and breath shook as he spoke.

Atticus looked at him with furrowed brows, his fingers aligned in front of his face.

Yet, he said nothing.

Even those who were frozen in excruciating torture from Sol's killing intent were shocked.

Let alone, those who could still perform motor function. Astonishment, shock, awe, fear, anger... all of these emotions and much more flooded the crowd.

Sol sheathed his blade, but this time, he did so without cleaning the blood on it.