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Instead, they looked at him with widened eyes. The next second, everyone was dumbfounded. “Oh my god! Is he still a human?” “That thing is dragged to the ground!” “This is definitely abnormal, right?!” However, everyone quickly understood it. Northern Emperor Dust turned out to be inhuman. He manifested his main body. Surprisingly, it was a huge hydra. Standing several dozen meters taller than a villa, its nine heads stood high and proud. “So what if it’s the Phoenix Empress? “It’s long past the ancient era! The era belonging to you has passed! I shall experience your advanced moves!”

He didn't know why Human Emperor was in such a hurry! "Human Emperor, I haven't seen you for many years, but I didn't expect that the Human Emperor of this generation would look like this... Well, after all, he's not a real descendant of the emperor, is he? He's just a guy who rebelled halfway. Those who don't know the truth might think he's an orthodox one, but in the end, he's not! Don't you think it's funny?"

The emperor asked as his sparkled, and he added mockingly and smirking, "You can't even last long under the blazing sun." The empire was founded a hundred years ago. It wasn't the start of civilization, but it was the start of order and a systematic way of living. Royalty is at the top.The emperor won't bow down to experimental creatures that cease to exist, even if their necks separate from their bodies. These bloodsucking creatures were the result of humans attempting to create miracles, divine power, and alchemy. It amazes Aesthelia to witness someone who won't cower at the threat of another powerful yet evil being. The emperor looked menacingly but at the same time calmly.

Veluven is said to be a "blessed empire". According to its history, the very first emperor named Ydar is a god so Imperial family members will inherit healing and shapeshifting abilities. The empire's current emperor is a man named Tyrolin. He has 3 sons and a daughter: Zion, the Crown Prince , next is Henry, third is Pelird, Lastly, we have Princess Yana, the youngest of them all. Emperor Tyrolin had 2 lovers. The current empress who is the mother of Zion and Pelird. There's also Consort Ruby who died when Henry was 7.

Achlys asked, his presence finally sinking into Elara's mind. Rumors have been swirling that the emperor is not an ordinary man, and the emperor they see in pictures and on the news is just a persona created by the real emperor to hide his true identity—because the real emperor is said to be a black dragon. "Your Majesty, the Alpha is still unconscious. We need your help," Elara said, seizing the opportunity. She knew she might be foolish for indulging in rumors about the emperor, but she had no other way to wake Damian.

The emperor growls in frustration, his brilliant blue eyes spark with anger. “For years, you have been taking people who defy me under your care and custody. That alone is treason,” the emperor says in a deep voice. “Give her to me and leave with dignity. She’s too innocent for this life of running you’re putting her through. You never asked her permission before making her part of your Deviant Splinters.” But my dad won’t budge. He growls deeply, anger erupting as he shifts under the energy of the full moon and launches an attack on the emperor. His sharp claws sink into the emperor’s chest.

A few moments after the Chiefs entered, his father's arrival was announced by the royal herald. "His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor of the continent, Emperor Vulcan of the Estor tribe is coming in now! Please stand to greet and honor him!" The Herald declared, stamping his heavy staff on the hardwood floor. The emperor entered the chambers looking as regal and tall as ever despite being well into his fifties. He sat down at the head of the table and nodded his head; a signal that meant he had accepted their greeting and they could all sit down. Before the emperor could speak, Daegal immediately got a word in. "Chief Davit, what is the situation of the riots in Alsayf? Are they getting better

But after only a few seconds, he blinked again and his eyes returned to being grey. I gulped. Not only did his eye color change within those few seconds but I was more than sure that I also sensed a dominating atmosphere around him. And if I remember it correctly, it was of the same dominating feeling that Arsen had. Was there a possibility that this man, who was too human, was actually an immortal fox as well… and an alpha at that? But… but if that was the case, how did he conceal his presence? “I already answered your question so it is about time you answer mine,” he stated.

My right hand twitched, the silver light flaring instinctively beneath my skin. "The Emperor is dead," I stated flatly. "I broke his spine in the throne room fourteen years ago, and Torin scattered his loyalists into the western ash-wastes." "The Emperor is dead," Valerius agreed, holding the letter out to me. "But empires are like rust, Jace. If you don't scrub every last flake away, it slowly eats the iron underneath." I took the envelope. I didn't open it. I could feel the faint, residual kinetic energy on the paper. Someone had carried this a very long way on horseback, completely avoiding the flex-rail train network.

For several seconds, nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Nobody spoke. The basement seemed to shrink around them. The emergency flashlight cast long shadows across the concrete walls, turning ordinary objects into twisted shapes. Storage boxes. Metal shelves. Stacks of files. Everything felt unreal. Because the man standing before them had just claimed to be the Founder. The architect of the Circle. The invisible force that connected every mystery they had uncovered. Thomas Vale. Evelyn Blackwood. Marcus Holloway. Jonathan Pierce.