The indifferent words were like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, instantly extinguishing the courage fueled by rage within Hattar... The approaching figure carried an indescribable oppressiveness, causing the air around to congeal.
How dare you?
I am the King of Hattar!
Hattar's face showed panic, and he instinctively tried to rebuke, but his body felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and even opening his mouth became a luxury.
A nameless chill spread from the depths of his spine, and Hattar sat clumsily on the throne, only able to watch helplessly as the other's right hand reached toward his crowned head.
"Uncontrolled power will eventually bring disaster to the kingdom!"
At that moment, as the hand reached him, Hattar recalled the dying warning of King Bazzer, and a deep regret surged in his heart.
You were right, Father!
