Chapter 70 Conflicts!

• Moloque closed his eyes, breathing deeply in an attempt to still the storm within himself. His hands trembled, an unnerving revelation of his own fragility in the face of this situation. The perception of time vanished, and the present became a world of its own, where consequences and emotions swirled in an intense whirlwind.
• "Majesty, I could..." Moloque began to say, but his words abruptly disappeared in the face of Percival's threatening glare.
• A voice that resembled a deafening roar burst through the air, resounding like a menacing thunderclap. Each word was sharp as iron arrows, piercing the silence and embedding themselves in the hearts of those present. "You’re all nothing but cowards," Percival proclaimed, his words cutting like blades of ice on an unrelenting winter night.