Chapter 350: The Emperor’s Wrath
The screams echoing through the subterranean execution chamber of the Imperial Palace had long since lost their humanity.
They were reduced to the wet, ragged gasps of the dying, drowning in the smell of scorched ozone and vaporized blood.
Emperor Aurelius stood in the center of the carnage. The Ruler of the Central Empire, a 7th-Order Grand Mage whose very name usually demanded absolute reverence, looked nothing like a sovereign.
His pristine white-and-gold robes were stained a horrific, chaotic crimson.
A dwarven merchant, his beard singed and his heavy iron chains rattling against the blood-slicked stone, tried to crawl toward the heavy iron doors.
Aurelius snapped his fingers.
A concentrated beam of solar mana erupted from the Emperor’s hand, instantly piercing the dwarf’s chest.
The intense heat cauterized the wound a fraction of a second after blowing a hole straight through his heart.
The dwarf collapsed, joining the towering pile of corpses that littered the dungeon floor.
"More," Aurelius commanded, his voice a low, terrifying rumble that shook the bedrock.
The Imperial Guards stationed at the edges of the room trembled, their armor clanking together as they shoved another line of prisoners forward.
Elven refugees captured near the borders.