In the camp of the great allied army, Alaric's advancement to the Beyonder realm was no longer a secret. Everyone was jubilant, and the various leaders even planned a banquet to celebrate his breakthrough.
"We have no time for celebrations." Alaric glanced at the emperors and kings of the desolate region, his eyes gleaming.
The smiles on everyone's faces vanished when they saw his serious expression.
"Why do you look so serious… Ala- my lord?" The Astanian Emperor was about to call him by his name, but thought that it was no longer appropriate, so he quickly corrected himself.
Although he was only one step away from the Beyonder realm, this step was like an insurmountable chasm that stopped him for a long time.
His nephew, Alaric, was no longer the young warrior that he was years ago. He had already achieved the heights that he could only dream of. He might be the Emperor of Astania, but Alaric's status was now greater than that of his own.
