Minute Ago
The doors to the meeting room creaked open with slow, deliberate grandeur, as if the building itself understood who was stepping through.
The Human Emperor entered with the air of someone used to commanding armies and shifting nations with a glance.
Draped in layers of velvet-trimmed ceremonial armor, his silver-lined cloak trailing behind him like the shadow of conquest, he walked with calm arrogance—one honed over centuries of political dominance and blood-forged victories.
But the moment he saw the room, that calm cracked ever so slightly.
He was being made to wait?
The Human Emperor—one of the few Rank 20 Awakened beings in the entire Mortal Realm—had been led into a minimalist chamber of obsidian and glass, more subtle elegance than grand opulence. A long curved table of polished stone sat at the center. Crystal decanters gleamed softly in the filtered moonlight, and holographic maps of Ether borderlines flickered quietly in the corner.
