"Useless! Absolutely useless, all of you!"
"This damn Emerald Castle! That bastard lord of Emerald Castle! How dare they go after the Legendary Units of the Kingdom of the Night Elves—and steal the Dragonblood Crystal on top of that?! They're begging for death! They're seriously asking to die!!!"
BANG!
Inside the royal palace of Moonshade Castle, King Vaelion of the Night Elves was seething with rage, his face twisted into a terrifying snarl.
His entire expression was warped with fury.
His whole body trembled as he slammed his palm down on the round table in front of him—
CRACK!
In an instant, the entire table shattered into splinters.
That alone showed just how terrifying his strength was.
And it also made one thing crystal clear: the firestorm of rage burning inside Vaelion was absolutely out of control—wild, violent, and all-consuming.
He was practically shaking with fury, his anger so intense it distorted his very presence.
