The laughter in the grand ballroom was still echoing when the air suddenly thickened.
It wasn't the heavy, suffocating pressure of Noah's Law of Command, but something ancient and steady.
In the center of the hall, the space rippled like a disturbed pond.
An old man appeared out of thin air.
He had a long white beard that reached his waist.
He wore simple grey robes, looking more like a humble librarian.
However, the moment he appeared, the Emperor of Aetherion gasped.
"Ancestor!" the Emperor cried out, his voice trembling with shock.
The guests stood frozen.
This was Albert, the founder of the Aetherion Empire.
Most of the people of the empire never even seen him.
They believed he was in deep meditation or perhaps even dead.
To everyone's absolute horror, the legendary Ancestor didn't look at the Emperor.
He didn't look at the shocked nobles.
Instead, he walked straight toward Noah and bowed deeply, his forehead almost touching the floor.
