Sir Alon Valerion.
The man once known as the Iron Emperor, who had abdicated the throne in favor of his eldest son Maekar, had reerged after years of seclusion from the world.
With a deep voice, Sir Alon finally spoke, despite having remained silent and alone for countless years.
"My son... Maekar... is he dead?"
Though his words were cold and devoid of emotion, the overwhelming pressure of his aura froze both Oliver and the servant, Gas, in place.
Sir Alon Valerion, the third emperor, had long forgotten how to restrain himself. After spending decades isolated from the world, his reintroduction to human interaction was anything but gentle.
It was Gas who answered the emperor’s question.
"We’re not certain, my lord. But it’s highly likely he’s still alive."
It made little sense that such a vast group, including so many powerful nas, would perish altogether. The more logical assumption was that sothing had befallen them, but they yet lived.
Alon narrowed his golden eyes upon hearing that.
"So you’re telling that my foolish son not only lost... but dared to stay alive afterward?!"
Neither Gas nor Oliver could respond. The pressure continued to intensify with each word.
Alon descended toward them, leaning on a wooden cane, wearing only black trousers and an open white shirt. His long white hair draped over his broad shoulders and back.
His golden eyes blazed like lanterns, and his expression was harsh—no amount of facial hair or aged wrinkles could soften it.
"One hundred and eighty-seven years..."
His voice seethed with anger as he advanced, his aura expanding with each step.
"One hundred and eighty-seven damned years I stood atop this empire."
"I spilled blood and reaped souls until skulls ford mountains and rivers ran red. I slew enemies. I slaughtered innocents. I killed my own father. I killed my brothers!"
"I forged laws, raised this empire from a dump into a civilization that lasted over a century!"
With a roar, the library’s windows shattered. Books tumbled from shelves as the building groaned beneath his fury.
"I gave this empire everything I had—until my blood dried and my sword cracked. And in the end, I laid it all down, leaving it to others. And now... you dare co before again? For what?!"
Under the crushing pressure of the man once known as the Iron Emperor, the floor fractured, and both Oliver and Gas collapsed.
Oliver, in particular, was stunned by the sheer destructive force weighing him down.
He had heard stories of the Iron Emperor—but now he understood the truth firsthand.
’This old man... his aura surpasses even Maekar’s...!’
While Oliver reeled from the realization, Gas lowered his head, unable to et Alon’s burning gaze.
"I’m sorry... truly sorry, my lord. I apologize for my failure... for daring to drag you back into this hell!"
The old servant spoke with sincerity. Having served during the Iron Emperor’s reign, he had witnessed it all.
Sir Alon Valerion had lived through a bloody age where brothers murdered each other for power after the death of Emperor Kazis Valerion.
Kazis had left behind many children, hoping to build a long-lasting royal bloodline to lead humanity. But instead, his legacy turned into a blood-soaked dynasty where brother betrayed brother, and sons slaughtered fathers for the throne.
Alon had learned all this far too young—his own siblings had tried to kill him.
But the Iron Emperor ended the madness.
He possessed the resolve to end the life of his tyrant father and his power-hungry siblings.
He reford the Valerion bloodline and established the Golden System—unifying the empire under one ruling power.
He subjugated the Three Great Houses, made them loyal to him, and boxed in the Church between his fingers, rendering it impotent.
He built walls and cities. He created a civilization strong enough to stand as humanity’s last bastion when they once teetered on extinction.
With iron resolve, he ruled rcilessly. He forged laws and judged with blood and steel.
During the Iron Emperor’s reign, the Ultras never dared breach the empire—not even once. They didn’t even dream of it.
And for nearly two centuries, thanks to the vitality of the SS rank, which kept his body youthful, he ensured the survival of the empire.
He raised his children wisely. There were no feuds among them; they stood united as one.
And when the ti ca, when the Golden System began to rust, change was due.
Sir Alon passed the torch to his eldest son, casting away his sword.
After a magnificent reign, he secluded himself in his private library, away from the world, flipping through his cherished books, awaiting death. But death never ca.
Now, the door he had shut so long ago had been opened once more.
The door to hell—the one he had walked through for decades—was calling him back.
"I gave everything to this empire. I gave it my entire life."
Sir Alon held his face in his hand, laughing bitterly—grieving a fate that had exhausted his weary soul, and a son who failed to seize the path laid out for him.
"I thought I had given everything... but I was wrong."
Step by step, Sir Alon walked forward, passing both Oliver Khan and Ghass.
Oliver, in particular, was struggling. The imnse pressure bearing down on him made it difficult just to breathe.
"Hey, boy!"
Once he passed him, the Iron Emperor turned toward Oliver with a scornful glare.
"I don’t have ti to teach you how to breathe in my presence. So stop wasting my ti and get out of my sight!"
Pierced by the harshness in Sir Alon’s tone, Oliver Khan responded by unleashing his celestial aura, resisting Alon’s pressure as he stood his ground once more—face to face with the Iron Emperor.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir."
"Good."
With a thud of his staff against the floor, Sir Alon finally stepped out of his library—for the first ti in decades—followed closely by both Oliver Khan and Gas.
"There is still sothing I’ve yet to give this empire."
The one thing that cos only once...
The final gift he would offer to this land that had chained him down and refused to let him go ..
"Death."
It would be his death, on the battlefield he had long turned his back on, that would bring his bitter struggle to an end.
"My son ushered in an age of weakness and ruin... destroying everything I built."
Sir Alon continued his lant as Gas, the loyal servant, carefully summarized the current state of the empire.
"But now I’ve returned... and the Golden Order will rise again!"
Taking the throne once more...
A new era of the Golden Order had begun within the empire.
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