บท 615: Facing Horror

Horror was furious. In front of him, billions of his subjects floated away lifeless. The same beings that had accepted his gift, and that had devoted their lengthy lives into doing anything he desired.. They were all dead. Killed by the actions of a single man, who single handedly brought an end to his empire of domination and rise to power.

The same young man that was now grinning at him with a satisfied face. A smirk he had instinctively wanted to rip off his face with his own hands.

Naturally, the reason why Horror was enraged had nothing to do with grief, for he had no positive feelings towards the members of his army. His loss was immense, but it was ultimately detached from his emotions. His army of champions was but an object to him, one he valued greatly for its efficiency in conquering universes for him.