The world had changed overnight. The Forgotten Lords, an ancient and powerful faction, had sworn loyalty to Shadow. Word spread like wildfire—whispers of an emperor who had returned from legend.
In Midgar, nobles murmured anxiously. In the Cult of Diablos, paranoia grew. Even the Golden Saints hesitated in their march.
And at the center of it all, Cid Kagenou sat in his hidden sanctuary, sipping tea.
"Lord Shadow," Alpha's voice called from the entrance.
He looked up, meeting her steady gaze.
"The Forgotten Lords now serve you," she stated. "What are your orders?"
Cid placed his cup down carefully.
He could end this charade. Walk away. But where was the fun in that?
He exhaled slowly, his golden eyes glowing in the dim candlelight.
"Then let the world tremble," he murmured.
Outside, the shadows deepened, stretching farther than ever before.
The Hollow Tyrant had risen.