How Melancholic.
Emperor Zain sat at the absolute center of the final stronghold. He was at the very core of the massive sphere of continents, his body protected by the internal chamber that was here.
Normally, this place would be completely dark. But Emperor Zain himself was emitting a colorless light that illuminated his surroundings.
His elderly, humanoid body hovered a few inches above the ground, its antlers tingling with the power of a hundred compressed stars.
His whole body brimmed with power like an active volcano.
And yet, his expression was grim. His heart had fallen, his eyes had lost the desire to continue.
It wasn't fair, really.
He was overwhelmed to the brink of depression.
*Sigh!*
Emperor Zain sighed and swept his sleeved hands to his front from behind him. Now wasn't the time to put his hands at his back and stand like a boss.
Was he even a boss at this point? Not when all his leverage had been systematically crumbled in front of him.
