"Your Majesty! Are you unharmed?!"
Winston and the others rushed forward, their voices hoarse with concern.
Aurek still firmly gripped the Emperor's Scepter, silently gazing at Eryndor City both inside and out. His tall, imposing figure cast a long shadow in the last rays of the setting sun and the lingering flashes of lightning, as if he were becoming one with the empire itself.
"To wear the crown, one must bear its weight," he spoke calmly, but his words carried a penetrating coldness, clearly reaching the ears of every court official.
"On the road to the highest throne, the path will be paved with thorns and hidden blades. This will not stop—it will only grow worse."
His tone was calm, yet full of icy authority, making the words cut through the hearts of his officials.
As soon as Gold Armor and Violet Thunder were deployed out of Eryndor City, the assassins, like sharks smelling blood, had swarmed in!
Their impatience was evident.
But… there would be more!
