"Go to hell!" Jasper shivered as he locked eyes with Willem, whose piercing red gaze sent a chill down his spine. Gripping his spear tightly, Jasper swiftly spun it around.

With a deft movement, the spearhead dodged Willem's clawed reach and shot up his arm. Like a striking serpent, it aimed for Willem's chest with remarkable speed and precision.

Then, the sickening noise of flesh tearing echoed through the air.

With no hindrance, Jasper's forceful thrust drove the spear straight through Willem's heart. It pierced him from front to back, leaving a grim pool of blood staining the ground.

"General, you're incredible!" Hundreds of silver-armored guards cheered in unison, visibly thrilled. They knew insulting Glorian would end in death.

"Haha... I thought you were tough, but you're weaker than I thought. One spear thrust and you're done! Truly disappointing!" He withdrew the spear, leaving a bloody hole in Willem's chest.

To his surprise, Willem didn't collapse. Instead, he fixed his