It is said that the Sorcerer Behemoth Zargol did not stop screaming that day.
Not for a moment. Not even for a breath.
Anger, bitterness, anxiety, and sorrow… in that single day—and in truth, over the past few years—the Behemoth experienced emotions he had forgotten for millions of years, emotions that had no place in the heart of someone who had stood at the peak for so long.
The problem was that this time, he no longer knew where to direct that anger… toward Aro and the Grave Empire, who had dealt him the heaviest and most humiliating blow since the war began, or toward the Temporal Behemoth who was closing in on him from the other side, tearing apart his forces, dismantling his lines, and killing a number of his most promising sons as if they were nothing?
And in that suffocating mixture of bitterness and furious silence that lasted for days, when even his closest followers dared not speak in his presence… another piece of information reached him.
