"Let's go to the Imperial Continent, My Emperor. The Throne awaits you," Faction Leader Hog proposed firmly, his tone resolute. The urgency in his voice reflected the centuries of waiting and anticipation.
Aengus and Bella exchanged a doubtful glance, silently communicating their concerns.
Sensing their hesitation, Hog stepped forward and reassured them. "Don't worry, My Emperor. Vansing won't dare harm you as long as we five Ancient Protectors are by your side. Furthermore, you have supporters scattered across thousands of worlds, ready to rise at your command.
Now is the time to reclaim the Imperial Throne. If Vansing Dimitri refuses to relinquish it peacefully, we are prepared to lay down our lives for you."
"Yes, yes, My Emperor," the other four ancient protectors echoed, their voices filled with conviction. "We will handle everything. You need not concern yourself with the details."
