In a thunderous and pompous fashing, the Royal Black Prince arrived outside of Dead Man's Creek. Flaunting powers despite the suppressing power of the current world, fearless at the fact that he has stepped into foreign territory.
Legions of Supernaturals army can be seen guarding outside, ard to the teeth.
Shapeshifters, Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, and Undead were fixing their eyes at the sight of the Royal Black Prince, the indomitable confidence they had after managing to quicken the First Breath disappeared in an instant.
At the sight of the Royal Black Prince, trauma strikes their minds.
Werewolves and Demons, in particular, were the ones influenced the most, the fight between them and the Silverstar Pack is notorious in their territory, the biggest defeat in their history after the Supernatural Ergence.
Despite most of them didn't participate, the fear from those who returned is palpable.
Out of the thousands and thousands of Demons and Werewolves that were tasked to take out the Royal Black Prince on that eventful night, there was only a handful that ca back, showing the destructive capability of the fight.
Moreover, the ones that ca back weren't especially stronger than the rest.
It was more of luck that they managed to co back from that fight, their peers can tell the terror the survivors were subject to through the story of the fight, the fact that the Royal Black Prince takes on King Baralt and Queen Catsha at the sa ti and won terrifies them.
Even though this ti is different, their bodies trembled out of fear.
Knowing that the First Breath has swept the whole entire world, and so of the Elders have awakened and fully functioning, the appearance of the Royal Black Prince here surely makes them unsettled.
If they knew, the Royal Black Prince definitely knew about the situation.
Yet despite the obvious fact that the Elders were having a eting right now, here he is, the Royal Black Prince ca voluntarily without being forced, and that alone puts them at the edge and their bodies stiffens.
Straightening his back, Rex swept his gaze at the legions of Supernaturals.
Rex finds that his entire vision has been filled with Supernaturals, clad in armor and ready for a battle. But on top of their battle-ready appearance, he can see right through them without much difficulty.
Aside from their appearances, he could see the enormous bleak aura coming from them.
From his vantage point, the legions of Supernaturals in front of him emit a dreary atmosphere that was caused by the gatherings of bleak aura which ford into a cloud, the aura that could only be seen by Rex. A cloud that blankets them in fear and anguish.
Shadowing them like an unspeakable veil that can only be felt, not touched.
It was absolutely overwhelming, yet the sight is sowhat charming if Rex has to describe it.
Despite the fact that most of them were scared at his arrival, there are so that are more hardened than the others, stepping forward with their weapons in hand. 'I don't want to kill them, so let's take it lightly'
Knowing that killing them will defeat his purpose here, Rex decides to take another route.
Pondering for a few seconds, he then navigate to his inventory tab before his eyes landed on a stacked item numbering in the thousands. 'System, can you take them out and arranged them in a straight line on both sides of ?
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