GATE: Thus The Imperium of Man Fought There

Ave Imperator pt 3

-M2. Earth. Japan-

"What do you reckon the Emperor's gonna lay out for us, Itami?" Kurata's eyes remained fixed on the television screen, his query cutting through the hushed atmosphere of the cafeteria, packed with colleagues drawn by the gravity of the moment. "Just my gut feeling, but I reckon the Emperor's gonna spill the beans right here," Itami responded, his words measured.

"And what makes you so sure?" Kurata pressed, seeking reassurance from his superior.

"Intuition, perhaps? But truth be told, we're not alone in this vast expanse. It was a gamble: annihilate any hint of innocence in our fledgling civilization, or risk annihilation in a distant future we'd never prepared for," Itami stated calmly, his gaze never wavering from the screen.

"I understand. But... isn't that playing with fire?" Kurata voiced his skepticism, acutely aware of the potential fallout from such revelations: a world plunged into unprecedented chaos.

"I'm well aware. But," Itami's smile was serene as he turned his attention back to the screen, now solely focused on the Emperor's imposing figure, "I trust His Majesty's foresight."

Then, without warning, an altar materialized in the center of the room.

The radiance of the altar cast an eerie glow across the room, drawing the gaze of the Japanese like moths to flame. Their curiosity piqued, yet tinged with an underlying sense of apprehension, they sensed that something momentous was about to unfold. But as the brilliance intensified, illuminating the hidden truths of the universe, their minds reeled at the sheer horror laid bare before them.

Visions danced across the shimmering surface of the altar, revealing the grim realities lurking beyond the veil of ignorance. Cosmic horrors, incomprehensible and malevolent, stared back at them with eyes that seemed to pierce through the very fabric of their souls. Entities of unfathomable power and ancient malevolence loomed large, their forms twisting and shifting in an unsettling dance of madness.

The Japanese struggled to comprehend the true nature of what they were witnessing, their minds recoiling from the grotesque spectacle unfolding before them. Words failed to capture the depths of the horror laid bare by the luminous altar, leaving them speechless in the face of such unspeakable terror.

"Isn't that... His Majesty, did he just reveal all of that to us on a whim?" Kurata's words hung in the air, punctuated by the weight of disbelief.

Itami stood frozen, his mind grappling with the enormity of the revelation. Despite his familiarity with the universe's horrors, experiencing them firsthand was a stark awakening.

The true horrors of the universe, whether xenos, abominations, or daemons, threatened to unravel the very fabric of their world, casting it into chaos.

Scanning the room, Itami observed his colleagues' expressions, confirming his suspicions. The magnitude of what they had witnessed was too much for mortal minds to bear; sanity waned as terror gripped them tightly.

Weeping and trembling, some struggled to maintain their composure, their resolve crumbling beneath the weight of unfathomable dread.

Itami couldn't help but wonder if the Emperor's touch had bestowed upon him a fortitude beyond measure. His resilience in the face of such horrors spoke volumes of the Emperor's grace.

"Kurata... I believe we must inform the General of our dire need for immediate medical assistance," Itami spoke slowly, his voice laced with urgency as he continued to survey the room. The Emperor's next revelation loomed ominously in his thoughts, his own deductions pointing toward the impending revelation of the Third Galactic War.