Going to die.
Aegus looked up at the sky, his pupils reflecting the sun above, falling into despair. Judging by Ahtal's current stimulated and crazed state, he was probably so enraged that he was involving the entire Fenrir Kingdom, wanting to burn everything to ashes.
"Tick tock!" Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, falling onto the stone pavement below and instantly evaporating into white mist.
Once the sun falls to the ground, it will be enough to incinerate the entire Royal City in an instant.
Despair.
Powerlessness.
Confusion.
Residents of the Fenrir Kingdom looked up at the sun in the sky, falling into... confusion.
Running away, you wouldn't even have time.
"God, save us!" someone cried out for life's salvation. Now only the descent of deities could save them.
Otherwise.
"Ha, don't rush, I'll send you to meet them right now." A hearty male voice sounded. A man leapt high, his right arm clenched into a fist, the exposed veins writhing like serpents.