Emperor Sirius came forward.
He was magnificent as ever, his figure outlined against the sun by the power of the Grand Solar Art. Unlike his previous, hurried appearance during the ambush, Sirius was now fully prepared, bolstered by the imminent power of his Goddess. He rode a magnificent, armored silver charger, and his expression was one of supreme, chilling confidence.
He looked up at the overwhelming, technological nightmare of the Void Armada, and a slow, arrogant smirk stretched across his impossibly handsome face.
Sirius raised his hand, and his voice, amplified by a powerful Divine Array, boomed across the vast battlefield, reaching every corner of the sky and the ground.
"Vahn Necrotis! You crawl out of your dark cesspits, thinking your crude technology and Demonic filth can challenge the will of a Goddess! You are a fool who delays his own execution!"
He pointed a shimmering golden lance directly at the Imperial Dreadnought.
