Willem was nothing but a bloodthirsty maniac.

"What's the matter? Lost your nerve?" Willem taunted, his voice dripping with mockery.

He added, "I thought Glorian folks were tough. Weren't you the ones who wanted to bully others? Weren't you just boasting about taking me down? Come on, get back on your feet and face me!"

"I... I won't fight anymore." Jasper shook his head vigorously.

He continued, "It was my mistake. I offended you, and I'm sorry. Please, find it in your heart to forgive me." With a gesture of submission, he dropped to his knees.

"Your apology means nothing now. You're worthless, even if you manage to survive," Willem jeered, edging closer with his nails bared and a menacing glint in his eyes.

"Mr. Bailey! Help me, please!" Jasper cried out, desperation evident in his voice and sweat trickling down his face. He knew pleading was futile, but Bailey was his only hope in a crowd of strangers.

ignore my advice. You even resorted to using numbers to intimidate others," Bailey spoke

help you anymore. You'll have to deal with the consequences on

when Jasper confronted Willem, but Jasper remained obstinate,

admit my mistake! I deeply regret it! I promise

I'll comply with your demands. The hundred thousand troops under my command

die, you gain nothing!" Jasper argued hastily,

head indifferently. "Your fate doesn't alter the course of events. Your troops will rally behind a new leader. Still,

shout. "Are you just going to stand there and

the crowd. "What do you think? Any

filled the air, unbroken

nations exchanged

misstep. Even a genuine apology for his lateness might have been excusable.

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