Arthur closed his eyes and reached deep within his soul, diving into the core of his being.
"Time to get to work," he said.
There, hidden in the very depths of his existence, was the aura of the Emperor's Star.
This was the mark of his past life, the signature that proved who he truly was. It was the seal of his identity as the Mortal Emperor, now imprinted on his soul in a way that transcended death and reincarnation.
He released that aura carefully, letting it flow outward from his body. Golden light emanated from him, growing brighter with each passing moment.
The light carried the unmistakable presence of the Mortal Emperor, a feeling of authority and power that belonged to someone who had once ruled this entire world.
The array mechanism responded immediately.
The formation that had remained dormant for millennia suddenly activated. Lines of light appeared on the mountain surface, tracing patterns that formed a complex geometric design.
