Chapter 620: A Hall of Inheritances
King Magnar, Kate, Ralph, and all the leaders of Valora Continent stood frozen in utter disbelief, their eyes locked on the space where Drevon had just been reduced to ashes.
For years—no, for decades—they had feared that man. He was the storm cloud that loomed over their future, the shadow that lingered even during moments of peace.
And now, right before their eyes, that very nightmare had been ended. Not by an army. Not by a great alliance. But by a single young man. By Max. Swiftly. Effortlessly. Brutally. They could hardly believe what they had witnessed. The figure they had dreaded for so long, who had ruled the central region with blood and terror, had been wiped out like a fly crushed under a boot.
The elves from the Lost Continent, too, stood in stunned silence. Elarion and the others who had seen firsthand what kind of disaster Drevon could bring felt an indescribable wave of shock. The battles they had fought, the blood they had lost, the endless strategies they’d devised to try and handle him—all of it had never amounted to anything.
They had never been able to truly touch him. But Max... he had not only touched him—he had completely destroyed him. A threat to the entire Lower Domain, gone, in mere moments.
Max didn’t seem to care about their reactions. He was calm, composed, as if he’d only done what needed to be done. After taking a brief moment to inspect the contents of Drevon’s spatial ring, he casually put it away, then raised his head and turned toward King Magnar.
His eyes were steady, his voice powerful and resolute. "After we’re done with the citadel," he said, "I will help you all completely erase the existence of Monarch from the central region. It’s time they paid for their crimes."
Every word struck like thunder. There was no arrogance in his tone—only resolve. A decision made. A promise of destruction.
Max didn’t want to leave behind anything unfinished in the Lower Domain. This was where he had risen, where he had bled, where he had fought, where he had grown up. And now that he was preparing to step into the greater world, he refused to let another Drevon fester in the shadows, rising from the rot of a broken Monarch.