"True Emperor will be victorious!"
"Long live Emperor Zytherion! Long live Kievan Empire!"
The fanatical crowd erupted into thunderous cheers, their voices drowning out those who still supported the current regime. The Imperial Colosseum trembled under their excitement.
On the battlefield, Aengus and Vansing both raised their weapons, their bodies tensed, ready to strike at any moment.
But then—
"HAHAHAHA!"
A sudden, maniacal laughter echoed from the sky.
"Who are they?!"
All eyes turned upward.
Descending from the heavens, three old men with ancient, unfathomable auras hovered in mid-air, their faces filled with amusement.
Morgana and the other eight Nebula Dominators instinctively raised their gazes, their minds racing as they assessed the new arrivals.
For a split second—They were distracted.
And that was enough to decide everything.
"Buzzz!"
