Chilling Revelation.

A cold glint flickered in his eyes, and I smiled- If just a little.

"Or should I say… Colonel Wenchi."

***

His features suddenly showed signs of cracking. From shock to confusion and then, to a light exhalation.

"How did you know?" he asked.

But I didn't reply immediately.

Not that I didn't want to. But instead, right now, my mind was slowly fixing together harrowing clues, each revelation threatening to overwhelm me.

'So… It is more appropriate to say he was cursed by the Dark Souls Tree. And the dark soul's tree was responsible for everything.'

It all now made sense.

Gazing up.

"Place two to two, and it wasn't that hard to figure out."

As overpowered as the tyrant was. It shouldn't have been able to outrightly decimate Napoleon and his men. That should have been impossible.

It was only able to do so simply because we were all in its landscape.