novelraw Chapter 931: The Emperor (1)
Chapter 931: The Emperor (1)
Chapter 931
Amir and Grey had long since departed the Lunaria base, venturing toward the capital of the Velzoria Kingdom where the Emperor himself resided.
According to the driver, the journey would take approximately an hour and a half, the wheels of the carriage rolling gently across the uneven terrain as they progressed.
Inside the cabin, Amir and Grey sat in profound silence.
To be honest, the Supreme Magus appreciated the quiet; it allowed him to reflect on Amir’s earlier words for a moment before he heaved a silent sigh.
’Man... so many things have happened in rapid succession since my return that I haven’t even truly found time to rest. I wonder how the others back at Vayun are faring.
It’s been about two and a half weeks since I left the warrior world. I just hope they aren’t facing any crises or battles I remain ignorant of.’
Amir’s sudden, unprecedented cough caused Grey to snap one eye open, shifting his attention toward the Captain.
"You still haven’t told me why you are tagging along, though."
Amir rolled his shoulders, adjusting his posture.
"I also wanted to see what the Emperor intends to do with you. Besides, since his subordinates are all gone, I’m left to assume that role; hence, I’m going. I need to check on the Emperor’s health as well."
Grey nodded before peering out the window for several moments in deep contemplation.
Then, he couldn’t help but inquire, "How strong is he?"
"Who?"
"The Emperor. How powerful is he?"
Amir chuckled for a few moments at the bluntness of the question.
"The first Emperor in twenty years to wield four affinities, and you ask how strong he is? Oh... he is also the first man to ascend the throne at the age of nineteen."
Grey froze, slowly turning his head in the Captain’s direction with a bewildered expression etched onto his face.
"What?! At nineteen?"
Amir nodded calmly, looking out the window with a hint of melancholy in his gaze.
"You know? You and him aren’t so different. You are the head of a faction in another world which isn’t your original home... at the young age of eighteen, no less. You are also the first man to wield five affinities in decades—the first in sixty years or something, I believe."
Grey relaxed back into his seat, the tension leaving his frame.
"Hm. Well, let’s go see this other monster that got bested by the Otherworlders."
***
AN HOUR LATER!
At the heart of the kingdom, where the land itself seemed to bow in silent reverence, the carriage finally rolled to a stop at the entrance of the Emperor’s domain.
The terrain rose higher than any other point for miles—a vast elevation of stone and earth that overlooked every structure beneath it.
From this vantage point, the entire capital sprawled outward like a living tapestry: rooftops, markets, winding roads, and distant fortifications were all laid bare under a single commanding gaze.
Nothing moved within the kingdom that could escape the notice of the one who ruled from this peak.
Massive stone pathways, wide enough to accommodate entire battalions, led toward the summit.
Each was lined with towering pillars etched with ancient runes and the history of past conquests.
Banners bearing the imperial crest fluttered endlessly in the wind, their presence a constant reminder that this was no ordinary ground—it was sacred, untouchable, and absolute.
Elite guards were stationed at every approach, standing unmoving; their armor gleamed under the sun like silent sentinels forged for a singular purpose.
Beyond them, vast courtyards stretched open, their polished surfaces reflecting the sky itself, as if even the heavens had been forced to kneel before the throne.
The air felt different here.
It was heavier, charged with an invisible pressure that pressed against the skin, as though the very atmosphere acknowledged the authority that resided within.
Even the wind seemed to move carefully, choosing to whisper rather than roar.
The gates groaned open to permit the carriage entry after all verifications were concluded.
Amir presented the letter bearing the Emperor’s personal stamp, proving beyond doubt that they had been summoned to this place.
After coming to a full halt, Amir and Grey disembarked from the vehicle.
The Supreme Magus took in the sight of the Emperor’s bastion for several moments, absorbing the sheer scale of the power represented there, before finally tearing his gaze away.
He wasn’t here for sightseeing; he was here to meet the individual who had summoned him.
Straightening his crimson robe, Grey and Amir could be seen walking forward with measured steps.
Passing by the numerous guards, they stood in front of the enormous double doors that would lead them inside the great bastion.
At the peak of that elevated dominion stood the Emperor’s abode—a structure so grand it blurred the line between architecture and legend.
The mansion rose with an overwhelming presence, its design both elegant and imposing.
Towering spires pierced the sky, their tips disappearing into drifting clouds, while vast marble walls stretched outward, smooth and flawless, untouched by time or imperfection.
Gold-lined edges traced every structure, not in excess, but with deliberate precision—each detail placed to remind all who saw it of immeasurable wealth and absolute control.
Massive doors of reinforced obsidian stood at the entrance, their surfaces engraved with scenes of war, victory, and dominion.
It took no fewer than three mages to push the doors open.
They did not simply open—they parted, slowly and deliberately, as if acknowledging those deemed worthy enough to enter.
Grey and Amir cast quick glances at one another before taking in deep breaths and walking in simultaneously.
Inside, the space expanded even further.
High ceilings arched overhead, supported by colossal pillars that seemed capable of holding up the sky itself.
The floors shimmered with polished stone so pristine it reflected every step like a mirror, while intricate patterns—symbols of power, legacy, and bloodline—ran across the surface.
Silk banners draped from above, cascading down like frozen waterfalls, each embroidered with the Emperor’s insignia.
Chandeliers of crystal hung in perfect alignment, scattering light into a thousand fragments that danced across the halls like controlled stars.
Yet despite all its grandeur, there was a silence—a controlled, deliberate silence.
Every corner of the mansion felt watched, as though the very walls held a lingering awareness.
Servants moved like shadows, unseen and unheard, while guards stood hidden in positions known only to themselves.
They were approached by a man who had appeared out of the shadows out of the blue.
His only saving grace, the reason he wasn’t burnt alive by Grey, was that the Supreme Magus had already sensed a vague presence from earlier that didn’t radiate any hostility.
The stranger simply looked at them for no more than a second before walking away, moving as if he were silently beckoning them to follow.
The duo shrugged and simply followed.
Passing through several hallways and traversing different staircases, they finally arrived.
At the very core of it all sat the throne room.
Vast. Dominant. Unquestionable.
A single seat stood elevated above all else, carved from materials unknown, radiating an aura that made even the boldest hesitate.
And on that seat was the figure they came to see.
The Emperor!