Bab 1011: Wreaking Havoc

Not only the ground over the span of several hundred kilometers was trembling, but even the air was resonating with Jason's anger, thrumming with restless energy.

The surrounding atmosphere turned gloomy, and as he stared deep into the eyes of Jason, the King of the Ifrytor knew that it was over.

He had to choose between sacrificing the 'culprits' that were responsible for the infiltration of Argos, and the eradication of his entire race.

Under normal circumstances, the answer would have been quite easy.

However, there was one particular problem that caused the King to feel incapable of answering Jason's demand.

'My son…' He could only think, clearly recalling that it was his son, who had undertaken his first mission as an heir of the King's throne.

Biting his lip, the King hesitated to share the information with Jason who was getting visibly annoyed to be kept waiting.