"Hm?" despite the fast-drying tears on his cheeks and the powerful figures kneeling and bowing toward him, he managed to take a look at a bare woman below.
Her robes were shredded and drenched as her body was. She was laying on top of a pool of blood. Her skin was pale and she had stopped breathing. Her life force was fleeting away and trying to be at peace against her cruel fate.
He descended down.
The three of them raised their eyebrows in unison before looking at their leader crossing his arms.
The mighty valor and gallant of an emperor was unbeknownst exuded out of him. His bearing didn't hold any bar as the onlookers could only stare in awe. The young man, when he was not smirking. He was something else entirely. Especially with those sharp eyes of his.
"That..."
"Emperor Lyon..."
As if he was a different person. The arrogant young man was suddenly replaced with the blessing of the wise and eternal.