Ahox nodded slowly. His armored head moved with deliberate weight. "Then his death is your opportunity. Without him, this realm is vulnerable."
The words hung in the air like a death sentence. Each syllable carried the promise of future conquest. The seven kneeling figures remained still, processing the implications.
"Actually, my lord," the leader hesitated before continuing. His voice wavered slightly with uncertainty. "There are rumors. Unconfirmed reports. Some say the Mortal Emperor has returned."
"Returned?"
The single word was sharp and cutting. Ahox's crimson eyes flared brighter for just a moment. The leader felt the weight of that gaze pressing down on him.
"Reincarnated," another figure explained from his position. He kept his head bowed low as he spoke. "There was a disturbance in this very secret realm just hours ago. A golden pillar of light that reached the heavens. An imperial declaration of return. Some believe the Mortal Emperor has been reborn."
