<< Announcement: Contender of Chaos has been defeated by Anomalous Entity: Cedric.>>
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The Grand Emperor sat on his throne as the system invaded his mind. Someone by the name of Cedric had defeated Chrunus. It was inconceivable, and what is more, the contender was not chosen by Chaos but by Light.
It was terrifying news. "Have the gates been breached?" He muttered to himself.
He had deliberately avoided waging war of extinction until Chrunus had started killing his people on the continent of Al'dal. Yet now that the system had announced his death, his worry increased tenfold.
Chrunus, despite being an idiot who couldn't see trickery even if it spat at his face, was still as powerful as he was, despite being a being of Chaos. The petty conflict between the two forces was useless.
It was a duel to determine who would be the guardian of the world, yet someone who was not a part of either Chaos or Order had killed the embodiment of Chaos.
[Za'Lal, put the army mobilization at lower priority. Chrunus has died, we must not wage war without knowing what is happening! Send a couple of Supreme Order type constructs to guard our outer territories, but make sure they do not attack!] He ordered one of his most trusted aides.
Chrunus had provoked him to declare war of extinction on Valar, although it was not the most prudent measure, and now that he was dead, he needed to investigate the so-called Contender of Light.
His 6 dark wings fluttered as he pushed himself off the throne. A radiant golden armor reflected the sun that came from the windows, and a silky white cloak trailed behind him.
He approached a mirror and stared at himself for a moment. He had golden eyes and his hair was black, yet unlike most harpies, he lacked horns. Instead, a faint halo of dull gold shone behind his head.
He brought his hand to his nose bridge and pinched it. "How did Chrunus get himself killed... I should contact the entity that defeated him."
'Perhaps, this Cedric proves to be more... amicable to diplomacy than Chrunus.' He had hoped Chrunus would be his ally, yet he had struggled with every breath to make sure Iguva was weakened.
It was a main reason he had reluctantly pushed humanity to the edge of Al'Dal. Unfortunately, that also meant that his people hated humanity as much as humanity hated them.
'I never wanted this...' While his people's willingness to slaughter and enslave humans pained him, he still did not wish the same to happen to his citizens.
The influence of Chrunus was far too widespread when it came to humanity.
"If fortune smiles upon me, Cedric will work with me to protect the gate. I do not want my empire to crumble due to Contender's failure."
He put his hands behind his back as he approached his window.
His palace was situated on a floating island far above his empire, which afforded him a relaxing view of his lands.
He let out a long, drawn-out sigh, 'If needed, I will remove my presence from Al'Dal promptly...'
Retreating and resettling his people would have been a rather large undertaking, but it was needed.
However, before that, if Chrunus had died, he could have diplomatically convinced Cedric to release what remained of his enslaved people from forced service. He dreaded to imagine what kind of horrors the forces of Chrunus put them through.
Yet, a thought crept into his head, 'What if Cedric is as bad as Chrunus...'
He shook his head. There was no point in worrying; he would contact Cedric, and if fortune blesses him, the Light and Order could work together to protect the world from the true enemy.
Chrunus, despite being assigned as a Contender before him, was blind to the threat; he wallowed in his superiority. He had enslaved all the gods and used his forces to dominate humanity.
What was the point? Why become a tyrant when your power is so grand? It was better to be loved, yet Chrunus decided that only fear was the right way to rule. Perhaps the gods rebelled, and an entity known as Cedric was their leader.
There were far too many things that were left to speculation for his taste.
He had assigned Coek to get the outer region in order, yet he had not received any information other than that some cities were destroyed. While he cared about those lost cities, he would have rather they be dead instead of being enslaved and tortured.
He made his way through his grand halls, and each wall was lined by constructs of order. They were beings that resembled automatons made of bronze, their gears spun and clanked together as they made way for the Grand Emperor.
He pushed the gates open as he revealed the majestic view of his empire. His Palace currently floated above the city of On'Ogo. It was truly a jewel of his empire, one of the few cities that many would consider as close to utopia as a non-omnipotent being can create.
His 3 pairs of wings stretched and flapped upward. With speeds surpassing light, he found himself just above the world's atmosphere.
As the grand emperor, he lacked free time for the majority of instances. Although that was true for most cases, he still found joy in being able to soar above his beloved world.
When one flew high in the air, they could observe the lands below, and Iguva, the Grand Emperor, could observe most of the continent that was considered the heartland of his empire.
He clenched his fist, "I will protect this treasure with everything I have. And nobody will take it away from me!"