On the upper platform draped in white jade and drifting clouds, Igaris stood before the ruler of the Blue Moon Empire.
Emperor Yan Jao.
The man bore sapphire eyes like frozen oceans, his long hair tied with a dragon-forged silver clasp. His robes shimmered with runes of moonlight, and an invisible wave of pressure rippled from his body — the hallmark of a Martial Emperor at the very least.
He looked regal. Unshakable. Like a sovereign born to command fate itself.
But to Igaris, it was little more than a flickering candle before a sun.
This man—despite his power—was still shackled within the mortal plane. An Ascendant like Igaris had already stepped beyond such thresholds.
Very few new of his true strength. And Emperor Yan Jao wasn't one of them.
Because of this, Emperor Yan Jao looked down with the calm arrogance of a man used to having the last word. As if even Talented monsters could become pawns when the board demanded it.
