Wandering under the rain once more, the emperor, cloaked in a rag, wandered through the lone streets of a ruined city. Scrambling through his own thoughts, he had begun to feel himself waning as time went on. Weakened only in memory but in the flesh as well, his lungs for the very first time ached as he drew each breath.
'I don't have much time…' He thought peering up at the sky. Washed by the heavy rain, he wished things had never gotten to where they were, but it was already too long to deter it all from happening. That is unless… 'Asmodia, if only she would turn the clock of this world back, then we can live eternal lives with the children of this world flourishing forever.'
"So you're here, I was looking everywhere for you," breaking the emperor's chain of thoughts, a man called out to him from behind.
