"Oh goodness… What's with this emotional drama... bitches?"
When the people heard that haughty and annoyed voice, they flinched and looked up, seeing a glossy white-haired man whose hair flowed like silk in the gentle breeze. He wore a half mask that hid his upper face, leaving only the sharp outline of his jaw exposed—cold, proud, and sculpted as if carved by divinity itself.
Each step he took forward echoed like thunder in still air, his deep black attire gleaming faintly with purple lightning that danced across its surface like restless energy bound by will.
"Dragon Emperor?"
The people of the Pyra Empire were the first to react, their trembling eyes wide as they saw their Emperor finally revealing himself after all the disasters that had struck their lands.
The mere sight of him—his presence alone—forced their knees to the ground. Awe and reverence weighed heavily in their chests as they bowed, the name of their ruler murmured like a prayer trembling on their lips.
