Relief and Horror

"Your vengeance will destroy not just the Kandrian Empire but also your own nation, you fool!" Emperor Rael cursed Prime Minister Edward. "Why do you insist on a bloody, self-destructive victory that is more horrifying than any loss could be?! All so that you can finally claim a victory from me?!"

"You're goddamn right I am," he growled. "Once I beat you, it will be possible to survive in the short term and even return to our former days of glory. However, if I let you live…"

His eyes narrowed with a fierce vengeance. "Then I will never ever win ever again."

The air boiled turmoil as the two men exchanged fierce, piercing gazes with each other.

Emperor Rael gritted his teeth as he clenched his fists. He knew that it was hopeless, but he needed to do everything in his power to stop the Kandrian Empire from impending destruction. The Martial Sages had undoubtedly begun the final battle, so he didn't have much time left.