The sky darkened as if the world itself was holding its breath.
Imperial banners appeared on the horizon—black and gold, stretching endlessly. But Ethan felt it before he saw it.
A presence.
Heavy. Ancient. Overwhelming.
"He's here," Ethan said quietly.
From the center of the Imperial forces, a grand carriage rolled forward. The air trembled as it stopped. The doors opened slowly.
The Emperor stepped out.
He looked nothing like a tyrant. Calm eyes. White hair. A gentle smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"So this is the boy," the Emperor said. "The one who carries the Fate Mark."
Ethan stepped forward, silver energy flickering around him.
"You destroyed the Starborn," Ethan said coldly.
The Emperor nodded. "Yes. And I would do it again."
Lyria stiffened.
"Their hearts were keys," the Emperor continued. "Keys to godhood. I merely sought evolution."
Ethan's fists shook.
"You call that evolution?" he growled.
The Emperor smiled. "I call it necessity. And you, Ethan, are my final piece."
He raised his hand.
The ground cracked.
"This war ends now," the Emperor said softly. "Join me… or be erased."
Ethan looked back at his people. At Lyria.
Then he faced the Emperor again.
"No," he said. "It ends with you."
Power surged.
Two destinies collided.
The final battle had begun.