A pair of eyes fluttered open to lay their sight on the visage of a man with stained blonde hair and weary crimson eyes.
"Kade… my son? Is it…really you?"
The Emperor squeezed out his words, weakly raising his hand up to Kade's face.
"Yes, Father. It is me."
Kade was the one who responded. Within, Atlas felt a strange sense of discomfort and longing when he was called "son," by this man.
"I see… I see… so not everything is lost…"
As Atlas helped him prop himself against the wall, he looked deeply at this body's father.
Kaladyn Ataraxia. He was a powerful man that everyone respected and admired. It wasn't a stretch to call their emotions reverence.
Atlas knew that he had only just woken up, but they didn't have time to waste. The coronation that was meant to happen eighteen days after the beginning of the trial was being scheduled mere days from this moment.
