"Turn back?" The king felt like he had heard the most ridiculous joke. "There was no turning back the moment I ascended the throne. But for me, whether to turn back or not doesn't matter. I don’t mind becoming a bloodthirsty demon as long as I can achieve my goal.” He clenched his fists, causing the veins on his arms to bulge.

The king had completely changed. Uriel, the prime minister, looked at him as if he were looking at a stranger. In his memory, the king used to be a gentle person, but he had now become so bloodthirsty and cruel. The Malevolent Soul Cloak was powerful, but it devoured one's heart.

Uriel sighed, but he couldn’t change what was happening. Whether it was himself or the people around him, they were all on the brink of a dead end. They had no chance of survival anymore; the only way out was death...

He closed his eyes as tears streamed down his cheeks. "I know you won't listen to anything I say now. I’ve devoted my whole life to this country—to serve until my death.