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While Alberich was taking his time torturing Lahash, and the Gwiazdan Prince appeared to have a good time despite his wounds. “Esdras!” He called out the Emperor, who appeared shocked to see him back to life. Airoh widely spread his arms as he chanted the spells to summon the spirit of the sun, “In the name of my great forefather, Sorath, I command the sun to light up our path!” The time seemed to move faster because of the sunlight in the sky. Muhlerians Shadows below were blinded by the bright rays. In just a blink, they were under the blazing sun.

Although he used a mild and calm tone in delivering his speech, every person could hear him clearly. "When I say revenge, I don't simply speak about the tribes you think of. I also mean the demon that slaughtered our innocent citizens in the Great War. The demon who orphaned our children for entertainment. It is because of him we live in fear of extermination. Yes, that's right. I am talking about the human called Tian Shen!" Monster Emperor Taras announced loudly. Chattering erupted in the crowd. "Silence!" Monster Emperor Taras shouted, quieting the people. Monster Emperor Shentia continued. "I know what you are thinking. 'That human disappeared thousands of years ago, so how can we get re

His past, his creation, his birth all of it was not something to be rediscovered. "Nostradamus is filling your head with nonsense and lies. There is no threat coming to our empire, it is all lies Audrey" He continues to insist and Audrey is left perplexed. Did he really not believe her? "I have seen it myself Darius. In my dreams I saw the beast, i-it had razor sharp canines, surrounded by an ocean of dead bodies. War, blood, battle cries rang through the air and I was the only one left to face it. You have to believe me!"

"And the little omega who knows too much. How convenient that you are all here together." "Ashford, stand down," Darius commanded with the authority of someone accustomed to obedience. "Whatever is influencing you, we can help." "Influencing me?" Ashford laughed, the sound echoing wrong in the corridor. "The Void Emperor freed me. Showed me the beautiful truth—that this reality is just one diseased cell in an infinite body. We are the cure." "That is the corruption talking," I said, keeping my voice steady despite the fear churning in my gut. "The Void Emperor lies. He does not free anyone. He consumes them."

His voice is gravelly from the years of many battle cries on the battle field. “As much as I would like to march on Dion as soon as possible, I feel a new approach is needed. We have been attacking our enemies using the same tactics, we have become…predictable and I would like to change that.” The Emperor says, his voice much cooler than his general’s, his accent distinct. “As you wish, my Lord.” The general bows. “But one cannot deliberate on an empty stomach, have the men bring something for me to eat.” The General barks an order to a soldier standing by, a meal is brought from the kitchen, served in the dead King’s platter and wine served in his golden goblet. The Emperor eats the assorte

'Since when did the Emperor go soft as a marshmallow? END OF CHAPTER 8

Herodias called out to Zeuxʼs group, “Donʼt you find the aura coming from the passage oddly familiar?” Zeux and the others stopped attacking the passage as soon as they heard Herodiasʼ words. Yegor furrowed his brows. “Are you saying that heʼs back?” “It does feel like his aura!” Rebellaʼs voice shook slightly. “Perhaps it is time for him to return.” “Stop it, you guys.” Truett rolled his eyes. “If it really was James, why would he devour so many living beings? Heʼs the Divine Emperor, you know.”

Abe’s father sighed in exhaustion and said. “But who knew that they were gods?” he added before a bitter smile occupied his face. “There is no way you could have known,” Captain Zakai comforted the Emperor. No one knew about gods. In fact Zandor had no idea about other wielding realms until recently. One couldn’t fault the emperor for his lack of knowledge. Then again, his son was a Noble. So he not knowing these things may come off as gross incompetence. “Bring the War Horn,” Abe’s father didn’t dwell on the issue so much. He gave an order that was a bit surprising.

Sometimes, the insights Adrian offered required even Father to pause and think. "Remarkable! Truly remarkable!" Father's eyes lit up in a way I had not seen in a long time. Adrian sat quietly, writing with careful strokes. [Adrian really is the future emperor. His intelligence is on another level.] [If the old man knew this was the imperial grandson, he'd probably upgrade his lessons to emperor-level tutoring on the spot.] I cleared the wasteland behind the house and planted hardy vegetables. After Adrian finished writing, he crouched by the stove to help me tend the fire.