Neville's roar silenced the soldiers.

They all stared at their general, whose eyes were bloodshot and his entire body trembling with fury. For a moment, no one dared to speak.

They understood his pain and shared his rage. That was why they'd lost control earlier.

But they had to control themselves. After all, it was a basic military discipline. No matter how deep their hatred, they had to hold it in until they received the order to attack.

Still, their silence didn't mean their anger had cooled. If anything, it burned hotter with every second, growing heavier and more dangerous as it waited for release.

Just then, the tense silence was broken by three black sedans speeding toward the compound and stopping at the main gate.

When the soldiers saw the license plate on the lead car, they immediately cleared a path.

Matthias had finally arrived.

When the car door opened, the prince stepped out, followed closely by five elderly men in suits.

They varied in shape and stature—tall, s