Wendell watched as Arthur dealt the final blow and cleanly cut off Jalrog's head from its body.
The Centipede King, who was one of the Kings that had terrorized his army several years ago, had finally been slain.
The moment the giant centipede's body crashed to the ground, the Monarchs and the Thrones finally broke out of their trance.
Their gazes then landed on the Death Lord, who was currently being surrounded by them.
'If it's now, we can kill him,' Wendell thought. 'An opportunity like this won't come again.'
It was not only the Monarch of the Dvalinn Federation who thought this way.
Everyone, including the Allied Army who was watching the battle from a distance, felt the same way.
But just as they were about to act on their impulse, a firm and unwavering voice reached their ears.
"Everyone, stop and stand your ground!"