Emperor Maximilian locked gazes with the True Emperor of Quintessence, these two beings saying nothing between them as Maximilian came ever closer.
When he was a few meters away from the dreamy gold throne, the Emperor atop it waves his hands to cause the rise of another makeshift throne to appear opposite to him, Maximilian waving his hands behind the procession behind him as all others came to a stop while he proceeded forward.
He looked at the sandy gold throne conjured for him as he actually sighed while sitting down, gazing up to see the visage of Elder Ancestor Ophelia beside the True Emperor of Quintessence before he settled back on this being.
Two Emperors sat before each other as an air of shocking regality wrapped around them, those around feeling a stifling pressure as after these two stared at each other for a few seconds, Emperor Maximilian was the one to speak as his golden strands of hair shone with austere light.
"I apologize."
BOOM!
