When Disaster Struck, Everyone Went Their Own Way

Dead silence.

Everyone turned back in shock.

No one had expected the commander of the Empire's Tower City Garrison Base—a powerful Heavenly Being who had once contended for the imperial throne, an imperial duke—to die in the Wolf's Mouth in a single exchange!

He had not even managed to leave any last words.

An ordinary member of the Entropy Lineage would have been crippled, if not killed, by a full close-range assault from the White Deer. And this was the Mountain Wolf, feared for its savage claws and fangs for centuries. Heavenly Being or not, it made no difference!

A Heavenly Being?

It wasn't as though the wolf had never killed one!

And so, after the Sin Demon Shi Shan, the Heavenly Being Pasarela fell!

Lava-like blood seeped between bone-white teeth and fell from the sky. Midair, it became a burning rain that engulfed the earth in a sea of fire.

Only then did screams and furious roars spread through the flames, shrill beyond measure.

Having landed its strike, the Mountain Wolf did not press its advantage. It slipped back into the shadows and vanished, leaving only its hoarse laughter on the wind. Since the battle began, the Forest Kingdom had nearly fallen apart. Cracks riddled the Giant Tree, which swayed as though one more kick would reduce it to nothing.

Yet that very deathly state made everyone more wary.

Some even... began to retreat.

In this clash, Shi Shan and Pasarela had died, one loss on each side. On paper, the losses were roughly equal. One for one—they could force themselves to call it even.

But in reality?

They had lost badly!

Don't forget where they were!

Pasarela's former status aside, he was now a scapegoat awaiting judgment or a chance to redeem himself. His political life was all