Continental Event (8) Ten High Peak Factions Ultimatum

As Huevas' words echoed through the chamber, the emperors' eyes darted to the corners of the arena, where several figures emerged, exuding an overwhelming and ruthless energy. The ground trembled beneath their presence.

In the face of this calamity, Julius hesitated only a moment before speaking. "L-lord Kane... can we not come to an agreement? We weren't actually going to kill him—"

Suddenly, the force on Julius' shoulders intensified, forcing him to his knees. His eyes widened with disbelief.

'Damn it! Eldraemar must have become a behemoth in the past few centuries. What power... it's incomprehensible,' Julius thought as he struggled under the weight of the pressure.

"Do not spout lies, Emperor Julius of Ovalantis. As I said, I have been here since the beginning of this event. I am no fool when it comes to the play of words," Huevas scolded, his tone severe, like a parent disciplining a disobedient child.