"Cain..."
In the Royal City of Escarnia, Vortigern's expression was grim. Dark magic power shot from his fingertips, transforming into a lance that devoured light and pierced the image-recording array in the distant sky. After all, it was merely an array for projecting images; how could it possibly withstand the wrath of a Legendary figure?
BOOM—
The dreamlike vision of Utopia was pierced by a beam of dark magic power. In an instant, it crumbled, scattering into motes of light that dispersed into the night.
Yet, Vortigern's expression didn't improve in the slightest. This was the first time he had displayed such a dark and fierce demeanor since usurping the throne from his brother, King Uther, over a decade ago. As a Legendary figure, Vortigern knew with chilling clarity that it was already too late.
