"Am I actually walking into the jaws of a lion?" The Forsaken Emperor was confident in his ability to survive whatever the Nemean lions could throw at him, but this was still enemy territory. The Forsaken Empire and the Nemean Lions clan had not had any contact with each other since their interests never aligned. They did not have any sort of relationship, good or bad, but the Forsaken Emperor felt that something was off with this situation.
At his level of power, these kinds of feelings were more like ill omens. Still, he walked deeper into the Golden Acropolis, even enjoying its beauty and grandeur. It appeared as though his guide was deliberately moving as slow as possible, but the emperor said nothing. Since he was covered in darkness from head to toe and even wore a dark cloak, no one could tell whether he was angry or not.
