When Bandi heard the news of the retreat, his face on the throne turned ashen.
He had initially thought quelling the rebellion in Orenmo would be a simple matter; however, the defeat of the Royal Capital's army had struck this illegitimate son severely.
The nobles and ministers in the palace had gone pale, trembling uncontrollably, with no one daring to stand up in such a perilous moment; their eyes were fixed on Bandi on the throne.
"My King, is God punishing us?"
"Is God punishing the descendants of King Dovlo?!"
Suddenly, a minister walked up to the base of the throne, his voice trembling as he addressed Bandi.
The army of the Royal Capital, expected to easily suppress the rebellion, had instead been utterly routed and scattered.
According to the rumors spread by the returning soldiers, the descendant of the Sapo King, somehow, had been endowed with a power like lightning, easily tearing the Royal Capital's army to shreds.
Who but God could grant such power?