Aiden stepped forward, golden energy crackling around him.
"Rewrite everything?" one Elder finally spoke, their voice filled with something rare—uncertainty.
Another Elder, their form constantly shifting between light and shadow, added—
"Do you even understand what that means?"
Aiden grinned.
"Not yet."
"But I will."
The sky above the Eternal City continued to shift, struggling to contain the presence of the Thirteenth Throne.
The balance of reality itself was no longer the same.
And the Elders knew it.
One of them, the oldest among them, finally sighed.
"We cannot stop you."
"We cannot predict what will come next."
"And that… is precisely why you are dangerous."
Aiden smirked.
"Good."
And then—
A new force surged through him.
Not like before.
This wasn't just power.
This was authority.
The Eternal City now recognized him as its ruler.
