The voice vanished as suddenly as it had come, but its chilling tone struck like a hammer in the hearts of everyone present.
King Neptune III trembled as he stepped forward, personally pulling the severed limbs and head of the dark-skinned man off the crimson longsword one by one.
Moments later, he collapsed to his knees and wept bitterly.
"I did not slay you… and yet, you died because of me. What a terrible sin…"
His ministers looked on in shock. The dark-skinned man had been one of NK Kingdom's most powerful figures. And yet here he was—reduced to little more than dismembered remains, nailed to a sword and sent back like a grotesque message.
Worse still, the sword had only returned his limbs and head—his torso was nowhere to be seen. That could only mean one thing: he had been brutally dismembered and turned into some horrific meat puppet.
"Your Majesty, please compose yourself. What we must do now is investigate—who did this, and why—"
