King Garrie was overwhelmed by countless emotions. His hatred toward this being had grown so immense that he could no longer stop himself. Again and again he drove his sword into the Void Architect's body. Those every stab carried a hundred times grief, fury, and loss.
Flesh tore apart beneath the relentless assault until the Void Architect's body became a grotesque mass of blood and mangled wounds. Yet the Void Architect no longer possessed the strength to resist.
He could do nothing except endure every strike while screaming in agony. His cries echoed endlessly, carrying unbearable pain that seemed to shake the air.
Anyone who heard those screams would have believed some unimaginable monster was being tortured. Hundreds of meters away, the gathered knights and mages instinctively covered their ears as grimaces spread across their faces.
