25 kilometers outside the capital Aesir on the night of the same day… A warship landed amidst a mountainous region filled with dense treelines and grasslands.
Tchak!
The giant main door of this two hundred meters tall and four hundred meters wide massive warship opened and a group of people exited the ship.
These were none other than Kahn, Jugram, Armin, and the elite fighters amongst the covenant soldiers.
Shing!
Cling!
A demonkin who was tied with heavy mythril chains that also had multiple runes which stopped him from using his mana or aura.
Soon, they stopped in an open ground while the soldiers brought a black and red wooden throne with comfortable cushions.
"What the hell is this supposed to mean, Salvatore?! Do you think you can secretly execute me and get away with it?!
Don't you know who I am or which faction I represent?
