The entire vampire realm descended into absolute chaos.
No one could process what they had just witnessed.
The dwarf forge king—
An Ascendant-level existence feared throughout multiple territories—
Had been torn apart and eaten alive in front of everyone.
Not defeated.
Not merely injured.
Devoured.
Completely.
The blood raining from the heavens still had not stopped falling.
Several dwarven warriors below screamed in rage and disbelief while others stared upward frozen in horror.
Their king was gone.
Just like that.
The surrounding race leaders looked increasingly pale now.
Because what terrified them most was not merely the blood tentacle's strength.
It was the complete helplessness shown by the dwarf king.
Every spell.
Every forge technique.
Every defensive art.
Worthless.
Absolutely worthless.
The giant blood appendage floating among the dark clouds simply ignored everything before devouring him alive.
The heavens rumbled violently again.
RUMBLE!!!
