Claude gazes at his children. These two small creatures, whom he used to despise and hate with all his might, became his world. He was aware of everything, including their memories, struggles, and stone-like hearts.
Yet.
"He is the first father I have ever had."
His heart broke with each mournful sentiment spoken with such a blank expression on their faces.
"Do not speak as if you are really a good father."
He turned around and made a promise.
Everything will be fine when they wake up.
.
.
The knights all looked to the tower where Claude was standing. Obelia's emperor was a man who succeeded in deposing the previous Emperor. He focused on the person standing directly above the demonic gate, as well as the other princess below.
"So you managed to wake up, Dear Brother?"
Claude remained silent.
"Haha. You saw that, right?"
Claude realized he was talking to someone other than Anastacius.
"You have seen your children's memories, right?" Another sinister laugh echoed.
Claude stayed silent. Yes, after being stabbed by a world tree branch, he was dragged into its consciousness and exposed to everything the world had to offer. But he never imagined Diana would be there, grabbing him and leading him to his children's memories.
Both live in resignation.
Both are desperate.
Claude has witnessed his children's countless lives, struggles, and the times they spent as his children.
The same old memories persist. Moments keep repeating themselves.
*tap, tap, tap*
He focused his attention on the man in front of him. The tyrant Emperor, whom he looked up to the most, made a deal with the enemy.
"You are not Anastacius."
The city that once bustled in fanfare pondered, weak and weary, on a midnight dreary. Children stood up and looked around at the many quaint and curious volumes of forgotten lore, while women cowered in prayer and men gritted their teeth.
People succumbed to the sounds of napping and tapping at the chamber doors.
There was no longer a visible and bright dying ember in the sky.
The howls of beasts and flaps of wings echoed.
On top of the Iron Fortress, there was a man with icy blue jeweled eyes.
The nobles each dropped their goblets. Slaves raised their heads as they looked at the lone figure standing in complete darkness, with the crimson moon behind him.
The golden blonde fluttered in the breeze. The long black cape flutters so grandly that no one dares to look away. His imposing demeanor suggests that a god has appeared before them.
That cold gaze.
That look that no one can replicate.
The sole owner of the skies, land, and waters, leaving a blood trail in his wake.
Owner of Obelia's Great Empire.
The sky was soon covered in countless magical runes and spells. A beautiful golden shield surrounded the areas where people sought refuge.
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What Universe is This Again?
Fiksi Penggemar"I can feel it!" exclaimed Lophe, the pope of Obelia's current religion. "The new Empress and the Saint of Obelia will be born soon!" Everyone was almost listening to a cult's proclamation, but the bright light currently shining at Obelia's Eternal...
