Chapter 170

Third-Person POV

Talisca’s defeated form sprawled on the ground, his voice resonating with anger and defiance. He seethed with a venomous rage, his words laced with the threat of impending destruction.

“This means nothing! I will kill you and everyone you love! You will pay for this!” he bellowed, his voice echoing through the chamber.

But as his words reverberated, a peculiar silence settled over the room. The air hung heavy with tension, and a palpable shift occurred within Talisca’s own ranks. His men, once loyal to his every command, hesitated in the face of their leader’s desperate fury.

Talisca’s eyes darted between his men, his voice strained with frustration. “What are you waiting for? Attack them! Show them no mercy!”

However, the response he anticipated never materialized. His words fell upon deaf ears, as his followers exchanged hesitant glances, uncertainty etched across their faces. The bonds of allegiance, strained and tenuous, bega