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.

advice. You

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

confronted Willem, but Jasper remained obstinate, worsening the situation further. Ultimately, Jasper brought

regret it! I promise not to repeat it!" Jasper pleaded

you could save me, I'll comply with your demands. The hundred thousand troops under my command will follow the orders of the Hall of

I die, you gain nothing!" Jasper

shook his head indifferently. "Your fate doesn't alter the course of

Jasper's frustration erupted into a shout. "Are you just going to stand there and

crowd. "What

heavy silence filled the air,

exchanged glances and

a genuine apology for his lateness might have been excusable. However, his

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