CHAPTER 957
The whole battlefield was quietened.
A pin-drop silence descended, one that could be felt for miles.
The ten-thousand-man army that the Drakesville Kingdom had brought forth was annihilated, and the Generals, who were supposed to be a force to be reckoned with, had been about to make their move when they suddenly halted.
A voice so chillingly haunting and otherworldly graced their ears, making every single person freeze as if they were under a paralysis spell.
The Emperor shifted subtly, his golden eyes already gleaming with a sharp, regal intensity.
Before he could react, however, Kael placed a firm palm on his father's shoulder, stopping the man from moving from his position.
The three Generals tried stiffly to turn around, desperate to get a glimpse of who or what was speaking behind them.
Before they could fully rotate, they froze—unable to complete the motion.
