novelraw Chapter 932: The Emperor (2)
Chapter 932: The Emperor (2)
Chapter 932
The man on the throne didn’t even need to speak to be acknowledged.
The moment he stepped into view, the air itself seemed to tighten, as though the world instinctively understood exactly who stood before it.
Dark hair fell in smooth strands, black as a starless night, framing a face that held neither softness nor excess.
Every feature was sharp and deliberate—carved with the kind of precision that left no room for weakness.
His skin bore no visible flaw, yet it carried a quiet severity, the kind that came not from birth alone, but from years of unchallenged authority.
Then there were his eyes.
Gold.
Not the dull shimmer of metal, but something deeper—something alive.
They glowed faintly, like embers buried beneath ash, radiating a quiet, suffocating intensity.
To meet them was to feel seen, weighed, and judged in a single instant.
There was no warmth in them, no flicker of hesitation.
Only dominance. Only certainty.
His gaze did not wander.
It settled. And wherever it landed, it lingered just long enough to remind you of your place.
He stood tall, his posture effortless yet absolute, like a blade that had never once been dulled.
Even in stillness, there was a sense of restrained force around him, as though power coiled beneath his skin, waiting for a reason to surface.
His presence alone was enough to silence a room. Not out of fear alone... but recognition.
Because this was not a man who fought for authority.
He was authority.
Julius Chandler—The seventh Emperor of the Velzoria Kingdom.
Yet, even with all these, something felt awkwardly wrong.
Grey could feel it.
He couldn’t quite place his finger on what it was yet, but he just knew that something was amiss.
The powerful figure in front of him looked off.
It wasn’t as if he had seen the Emperor before, but he seemed... kind of weaker?
A second passed with Julius staring at the duo that had just walked in.
Noticing his mistake, Amir quickly bowed his head low in reverence.
"Greetings to the Emperor of this great kingdom," the Captain uttered.
A pause later, Amir turned his head slightly to the side to see Grey still standing, staring defiantly at the Emperor.
Before he could say anything, he suddenly felt it.
The Captain’s eyes widened as a clash immediately erupted within the throne room.
Grey’s brown eyes and the Emperor’s golden eyes met with a silent, invisible clash of strength and power.
Julius had already unleashed his aura, directly attacking the Supreme Magus.
Refusing to back down, Grey unleashed his own aura to match Julius’.
Unfortunately, he was only a six-star mage while Julius was supposed to be an eight-star mage.
There was quite a gap; hence, his invisible defense was being pushed back.
Unrelenting, Grey unleashed his own Ki aura to combat Julius’.
The two distinct energies intertwined into something greater, which was finally pushing Julius’ pressure back.
Amir was in the middle of it all.
Despite being a powerful seven-star mage, cold sweat broke out, cascading down his temples at the sudden tension in the room.
He knew he couldn’t interfere nor say anything to break the struggle currently occurring.
This was a silent clash of titans.
Julius frowned as he noticed he was being pushed back.
He leaned back into his chair even further, staring at the Supreme Magus who hadn’t moved an inch.
Grey’s hands were clasped behind his back as he used his combined auras to combat the Emperor’s.
The two were sending out mental attacks, observing one another and already dismantling their opponent in their heads.
In his mind’s eye, a wind sword shot out toward the Emperor from Grey.
He saw the man intercept it all too easily.
This silent offensive persisted for five minutes, a single bead of sweat rolling down Grey’s temples while the Emperor maintained a smile.
It was a small, imperceptible smirk as he applied even more pressure, pouring everything he possessed into one final, massive wave of intent.
Amir’s eyes widened; he could feel the very atmosphere trembling and crackling from the sudden, mounting tension.
Grey retaliated almost immediately, doubling his own pressure.
Soon enough, both auras collided in mid-air with a trembling shockwave that physically shook the throne room.
The invisible, imaginary clash had finally spilled over into the real world, causing the entire bastion to shudder for a brief moment.
The Emperor’s smile widened beyond its previous limits as he finally rose from his throne.
"Impressive," he uttered.
His voice was cool and tranquil.
And if the warrior mage didn’t know better, he would have suspected the Emperor was actually a female.
Tak. Clack. Clack. Clack.
The Emperor began descending from the elevated platform where his throne sat.
His movements were slow and deliberate.
He did not rush, moving calmly with that persistent, wide smile that refused to leave his face for one reason or another.
Amir watched the Emperor with a tensed expression, wondering exactly what the man intended to do as he continued his forward march.
Finally, he stood directly before the Supreme Magus, who didn’t flinch even a fraction of an inch.
Just one thought circulated through Grey’s mind as he lowered his head toward Julius, who stood before him with a small, knowing grin.
’So, this is the Emperor, huh?’
"The man, the myth, the legend himself, Grey Dawn—otherwise known as," Julius greeted, pausing as the warrior mage stood to his full height to look deep within those golden eyes.
They stared at one another for a second longer.
"... Supreme Magus."
"Greetings to the Emperor of the Velzoria Kingdom," Grey uttered, bowing again for a few seconds before rising back to his full height.
"Hahaha... you don’t have to be so uptight; I don’t bite," Julius chuckled deeply, though the sound quickly transitioned into a violent coughing fit.
Pulling a handkerchief from his robes, he pressed it over his mouth.
He coughed for several seconds before pulling the cloth away to reveal fresh bloodstains blooming across the fabric.
He stared at the crimson marks for a few moments before folding the piece of clothing and smiling back at the duo in front of him.
"We need to talk."