"BOOM!"
A massive building trembled as a Royal Blutlinie with sharp eyes and long white hair slammed his fist into the table before him. Cracks spread across the surface as his overwhelming aura surged outward, pressing down on everyone in the room.
His name was Gargamesh, the Warmaster of the Kalous Kingdom.
He was not the strongest Royal Blutlinie, nor the most talented in cultivation—but he was universally acknowledged as the greatest strategic mind the kingdom had ever produced. That reputation alone had earned him his position.
For decades, his schemes and battlefield strategies had allowed the Kalous Kingdom to survive against the far stronger Aztorus Kingdom. Again and again, he had turned impossible odds into hard-fought victories, preserving their borders through brilliance rather than brute force.
Yet now, every one of his carefully woven plans was unraveling.
