The Wrath of King ash 2

"Yes, you did!"

The moment he appeared from the walls, the king waved his hands and everyone exited the room.

This person wore white robes with the symbol of the sun on his chest.

It was none other than Abel.

Abel materialized from the wall like he was going through a door.

He walked over to the crushed corpse in the centre of the throne room. Abel shook his head, "But It seems you are getting better."

"Better?" King Ash looked at him with a frown. Obviously, he still had some residual anger he did not vent.

"Yes, it's better now. If it were the old you, you would have not only killed him but also eaten his flesh in your rage."

King Ash heard this and it made him sigh. It was true. he did not use to feel satisfied until he had taken a piece of the person that roused his anger into his stomach.

Abel smiled a little, "Don't overthink it, dear king. It is just one of the problems with reaching the middle ranks and gaining power. It is not a big deal. With time, it will fade."