Corey, Pamela, and Thalos had stunned expressions when they saw the army that emerged in the sky.
Their minds became numb, and they froze on the spot, unable to comprehend what they were seeing. Nobody needed to tell them, they could see it, sense it, and feel it.
The glowing blood red eyes of everybody in the army was a sign that they were all under the control of the Clown.
The aura of the Clown also emanated from their bodies, and their blank eyes was a chilling sight to behold.
As Corey held the head of the Clown, his mind was filled with countless thoughts and questions, and each one led to more questions and answers he needed.
'The prince of the Supreme God Empire is his puppet? The prince of the Supreme Sea Kingdom is his puppet? The titans? The vampires? The werewolves? The mages? The priests?'
'All who came to the Kingdom of the Silver Elves are the puppets of the Clown? How didn't we know? How was he able to do it? What sort of ability is this?'
