"Countless noble houses that once upheld this kingdom were erased because of that person's obsession with a lifeless treasure."
His breathing grew heavier.
Then his voice dropped,
"Have you forgotten? Your own wife was killed in that war—"
Before the Duke could even complete his sentence, a violent aura surged from the captain.
It first started as a simple wave, but then soon turned into an oppressive storm of hell. The blackish energy erupted outward like a living shadow, twisting and expanding with terrifying speed. The Duke's senses tingled with immediate warning as the aura continued to increase, covering the whole clearing.
"He really has learned 'that man's' energy," the Duke whispered in disbelief.
Now that he was seeing it firsthand, there were no more doubts. This was what "that man" had wielded during the Great Campaign. This was what "that man" called the energy of death. The same power that had once nearly destroyed everything during the Great Campaign.
