(Continues…)
Moonlit echoed silence filled the chamber. The Emperor's eyes widened—not in fear, but in disbelief.
A boy.
Not a Saint.
Not an immortal.
A boy had just shaken the Empire.
"You…" the Emperor whispered. "…what monster are you?"
Eris did not respond.
He simply took one step forward.
The chains binding the Legion of Saints cracked.
The blood-red sigils across the floor fizzled.
The spectral army in the sky trembled.
Every living being within the Holy Capital felt the shift.
Power.
A will older than kingdoms.
A presence that should not exist in the mortal world.
Eris raised his head.
His eyes glowed faintly—blue, gold, and that strange shimmering silver that was not human.
The Emperor's voice finally failed him.
Eris spoke, calm and cold:
"I am the remainder of seven lives."
And then—
The throne room collapsed.