Then he appeared.
Igaris Vance.
The Emperor of Oynstar.
He strode into the chamber, each step resonating like a heartbeat across galaxies. Behind him unfurled the Infinite Law Tree, its roots piercing the void, its branches laden with stars. Every leaf shimmered with the essence of creation and destruction, law and concept intertwined.
The very laws of reality bowed. Gravity bent. Sound faltered. Even the flow of time slowed to a crawl. The envoys gasped, their bodies instinctively bending as though forced to kneel. Their arrogance shattered in an instant.
Rosella turned slightly, her heart hammering in hse chest. She had seen strength before, but never like this. Never a presence that commanded the universe to yield. In that moment, she finally understood why her grandfather had chosen him.
Igaris's gaze swept the hall. Calm, unhurried, yet heavy as the cosmos itself. When he spoke, his voice resonated through marrow and soul:
