The room fell silent.
Xavian and Nathaniel exchanged glances, their expressions growing serious. They hadn't considered this angle before, but now that Caesar had pointed it out, they realized—he was absolutely right.
The four powerhouses—Fake the Demon King, Skylon, Amaterasu, and Vishnu—
They weren't just top-tier players; they were the faces of their respective nations, symbols of national strength—
Hell, they were practically living superweapons.
And now, Ethan had obliterated them.
Not just defeated them—he had forced a PK kill on them.
The kind of grudge that would create… it was beyond personal. It was a blood feud of the highest order.
If those four decided to throw caution to the wind and band together for revenge, it wouldn't just be dangerous—it would be terrifying.
And that wasn't even the worst of it.
The arrival of the 12-Tier Royal Units was a massive threat to the top powers of Europe, the Middle East, and Russiania.
