King Ferdinand sat on his throne with a pensive expression.
The destruction of Heaven and the disappearance of Kong along with the two dukes arrived at a time when their strength was desperately needed.
Starting with Duchess Serenthia, the kingdom had lost all the dukes, including the oldest as well the strongest.
The Pala of today was a giant beast without the legs to support its weight. The peak rank 9s could only hold it for so long before it collapsed.
And now, even a peak rank 9 like the Martial Saint was in an unknown state.
Perhaps this kingdom was going to meet its en—
King Ferdinand's eyebrows jumped as he watched a familiar young man walk into the empty throne hall. The past replayed in his mind, contrasting it sharply with the present.
The king released his aura, just like he did back then. Varian froze without resistance then but now, he took steps with leisure, demonstrating that his strength was no longer something the King could ignore.
