High atop the Golden Sun Grand Colosseum, the atmosphere on the imperial balcony had grown dense. The Emperor kept his eyes fixed on the spiritual projection screen, watching the tide of divine gold and the karma beads binding the abyssal beast.
"It seems the old man chose a true successor," murmured the Emperor.
"Do you know that technique, Your Majesty?" asked Vorian with a tilt of his head, intrigued by his master's reverent tone.
Beside him, Princess Seraphina turned her face, looking at her father with curiosity.
