Sire Denathrius's miserable plight greatly surprised the scouts from the various factions who had come to investigate.
The mighty ruler of Revendreth had actually been beaten into this state by a bunch of small fry.
Were they sure this was not some deceptive illusion?
But the fact was that Sire Denathrius had been beaten beyond recognition.
The Stonewright, a veteran Night Warrior, unleashed incomparably swift melee attacks.
Two different versions of the Lunar Orbital Cannon continuously bombarded the crown of Sire Denathrius's head.
A Naaru who had appeared from who knew where was scorching Sire Denathrius's powerful pectoral muscles with Holy Light.
Judging by the current situation, Sire Denathrius could still barely hold out for a short while.
But as time passed, his disadvantage would only grow!
The Harvesters Medallion restrained most of Sire Denathrius's power.
Meanwhile, the enemies surrounding and attacking him were all divine representatives blessed with an endless supply of divine power.
Divine representatives from the Prime Material Plane had invaded Revendreth and were brazenly ganging up on Sire Denathrius.
This left the scouts from the various factions feeling humiliated.
Yet when they thought of their dwindling anima, the scouts felt that the Sire had brought this upon himself.
If things really were as General Draeven had said, he could even be sent into the Maw to be suppressed for eternity.
After investigating the current situation in Revendreth and confirming that this was not a trap, the rulers of several major factions hurried over with their elite subordinates.
The ruler of Ardenweald was the Winter Queen.
She was a beautiful woman with two enormous branch-like horns on her head and plantlike features on her face.
Her expression looked very stern.
The ruler of Bastion was the Firstborn Kyrestia.
She was a strange angel with a pair of