The Emperor paused at the threshold. His gaze found one of the soldiers standing at attention.
"High Commander Zyrek."
The soldier straightened immediately.
"Make sure they honor the wager. And ensure no shame falls upon the nobility."
His voice carried finality.
Then he glanced back at Arc Demon Noir.
"But... But Your Majesty!"
Noir's voice cracked with desperation.
"How can you say such things? He's just some psycho! A broken, bleeding nobody!"
The Emperor smiled.
"How can I say it? You'll understand soon enough."
His body began dissolving. Dark particles separating from his form like smoke in reverse.
"You didn't just challenge that psycho, Arc Demon."
His voice echoed as he faded.
"You interfered with his love."
And then he was gone.
Scattered into shadows.
Arc Demon Noir stood frozen.
Horror crept through his veins.
