Chapter 195
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Private soldiers stormed the palace, an event that unfolded the following day.
Philip led the palace’s military forces to block the front of the fortress, and a blood-scented battle commenced.
Sharp screams remained incessant, and the dense smell of blood wafted in through the slightly ajar windows. Standing before a window, Rayton silently looked down upon everything with a cold expression. His red eyes, fixed on the private soldiers in the distance, gleamed fiercely.
“…”
Bern was soon to arrive. Rayton clenched his fist, and soon after, a vivid red aura began surging around him. The end had come. The end that Belkiel had spoken of was nearing. And for that end, Rayton was exerting every ounce of his strength to endure it.
And then, the sound of familiar footsteps approached. It was Eton. He firmly grasped Rayton’s hand without a word, as if to delay his rampage slightly. It seemed that Eton knew that Rayton was wishing for it.
