As his words fell, countless soldiers drenched in blood stormed into the hall.
Facing the army's blades, scores of young nobles and military officers snatched up weapons and fled in every direction, trying to escape.
The First Prince stood dumbly in the middle of the hall, watching the scene unfold as curses, shouts, and screams echoed in his ears.
"My grandfather is Duke Lainas! You can't kill me!"
"My uncle is a general at the Royal Palace! Let me out!"
"Damn you! If I get out of here alive, I'll kill every last one of you!"
"I'm a count of the kingdom! You have no right to kill me! I demand to see His Majesty!"
In less than half an hour, the hall fell completely silent.
Over a hundred young nobles and military officers attending the banquet had been killed. Corpses littered the floor, and blood pooled in the center of the hall, soaking the First Prince's boots.
The eighth-level warrior approached the First Prince with his bloodstained longsword in hand. He placed his right hand over his chest and bowed, saying respectfully, "Your Highness, His Majesty awaits you in the Administrative Hall. Please come with me."
The First Prince looked around at the corpses strewn across the floor, a trace of bewilderment on his face.
Right beside his feet lay that noblewoman, her eyes wide and her face still frozen in disbelief.
Farther away lay a friend he had grown up with, his head severed from his body.
The young man slumped against a pillar was his illegitimate son. His chest had been pierced through, and his soul had long since returned to the embrace of the God of Holy Blood.
Everyone who shared his interests was now dead.
The eighth-level warrior stepped aside and extended a hand, saying