Trapped?!

Jason Mama, head of the 9 Realms Association, narrowed his eyes as he stepped to the front of his troops. Beside him, Emperor Ryon Lionheart gritted his teeth, rage boiling just beneath the surface.

Madam Clark's voice rang out, clear and mocking.

"Welcome, esteemed invaders, to this death island. I see you've come to add more bodies to the collection. How generous of you."

Jason's face darkened, his aura flaring as he stepped forward. "Enough games, Lady Clark. Your little show of defiance ends here. Surrender, and we might spare your miserable life."

Clark threw her head back and laughed, the sound echoing eerily over the silent battlefield. "Spare me? Oh, Jason, you've always been a coward. Tell me, do you want to die?" She pointed her staff at the corpse mountain beneath her feet. "Care to join them?"