A chorus of voices as if from the most evil demons in the Abyssal Hell, the most enchanting succubi, lingered within Charal Cesar's entire consciousness, enchanting his will, disturbing his spirit, blurring the line between reality and illusion, truth and falsehood.
"Bang,"
Charal Cesar suddenly turned around, facing the castle's wall, and slammed his head into it. The skull of the Saint Tier Warrior collided with the solid stone wall, producing a dull sound.
Severe pain radiated from his head, and a stream of blood seeped from the dented forehead. The pain also cleared Charal Cesar's will, bringing him back to his senses.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up," Charal Cesar growled lowly, eyes filled with unimaginable fury, "I am the Emperor of the Human Empire, my will is supreme, do not attempt to manipulate my will, you despicable, wretched demon who only dares to hide in shadows and corrupt minds."
