The emperor stood still as he gazed on the people below him. Their eyes were blank. There was no soul evident in those eyes. Not one sliver of soul.
General Rua stood beside him with a worried look in his face. "Is this what you really want?" he asked. He placed both his arms on his back. His eyes peeking glances at the man beside him.
His black hair danced in the wind. The magnificent view a deep contrast of the emotion painted on his face. There was a small golden crown on top of his head which resembles his position in the kingdom. A cold smile hung about on his lips.
"Uncle, I have waited long enough for this. All these people have been waiting for me to fall knowing I was only a kid. But now, they fell right into my hands. Isn't it ironic?" Soft laughter escaped from his cold lips.
