Even with his heart ripped from his chest and held before his eyes, Aetandin VI did not die immediately.
The king displayed vitality far beyond that of an ordinary man.
He raised a hand to grab his heart.
Unfortunately, the Upper Evil Spirit gave him no chance. The instant its words fell, it clenched its hand.
Pop!
With a strange, crisp sound, the heart was crushed to pulp.
Aetandin VI's raised hand froze, then abruptly dropped as his life rapidly faded.
At the same time, Aetandin VI, who already looked old, began aging at a rate visible to the naked eye.
His skin, which should have been supple and lustrous, became like old tree bark. His bloodshot eyes, once enough to strike fear into anyone, shriveled.
In mere moments, his eyeballs vanished, leaving two pitch-black hollows.
Then Aetandin VI's hair began falling out in clumps, and the skin of his face sagged completely, like a sheet of hide plastered over his skull.
His teeth fell to the floor one by one. The tongue inside his hollow mouth had long since crumbled away, leaving only a throat as black as his empty eye sockets.
More Aberrations emerged from those eye sockets and his mouth.
Then, with a flick of its hand, the Upper Evil Spirit dropped the mummified Aetandin VI to the floor.
The Upper Evil Spirit watched it all quietly.
Just as Boss thought.
The Black Calamity brought forth not only the Calamity Lady, but also an Aetandin VI who could control Aberrations.
What a surprise!
Marveling inwardly, the Upper Evil Spirit recalled its Boss's earlier speculation-
In an age when gods existed, the founding of the Kingdom was enough to turn heads.
No one would believe it had been accomplished without something to rely on behind the scenes.
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