His voice carried the soft weight of countless eons—calm, gentle, yet resolute. Time itself seemed to pause even further, waiting respectfully as the venerable being continued with quiet clarity.
"The Throneless Emperor is breaking his rules for the first time in countless trillions of years. He has searched relentlessly for a worthy successor, always bearing the fate of our entire Chiliocosm Structure upon his shoulders."
His profound gaze shifted slowly over both factions—dark and light—touching each Emperor present with a subtle, patient understanding. "While others rebuilt their legacies, expanded their realms, or restored their races, he alone persisted in a solitary quest, wandering the endless Void, tirelessly seeking the one who might save us all."
At these gentle, patient words, the surging auras of both factions slowly receded, diminishing the overwhelming pressure that threatened to annihilate reality itself.
