The Fourth Prince Atahualpa had long since become a bird frightened by the mere twang of a bowstring.
Having witnessed the terrifying spectacle of his father's undead spirit returning from a golden-haired mouse's perspective, he was almost driven mad by the recent tragedy.
In the blink of an eye, all his brothers and Divine Descendants had been cleanly slaughtered; the Third-Order Molten Giants and the Fourth-Order Sons of the Sun had all become fuel for the King's "ascension."
If Byron hadn't found him a body double in advance and hidden him well, he would already have become part of the fuel.
At this moment, the image of a kind and affable father vanished from his heart.
Preserving his life had become his utmost pursuit.
It was unexpected that not only had Byron taken precautions for himself, but he had also somehow managed to reclaim the [Sun Crown] without anyone knowing when.
