The sky was dim.
Stars fell like rain, and the scalding earth was strewn with the fires of war; the scale of the battlefield had extended beyond the Kingdom of Heliopolis, affecting several neighboring nations.
Entire mountains were leveled, people died every moment, and the souls unable to move on seemed to fill every corner of the air.
"You are too weak," laughed the Tiger King, grabbing a head with his bare hands and kicking it casually, exploding it into a mist of blood in the air.
However, at that moment.
A blade pierced through, and the Tiger King incredulously lowered his head to look at the dagger piercing his chest, although he had maintained his normal level of perception. He should have noticed immediately if his "wave" was invaded by an external object.