The warriors of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe had fought, bled, and died to protect the Empyrean Worlds.
For countless eras, those magnificent worlds had represented the foundation of their civilization, the pillars upon which entire races and countless societies had built their homes. The battles against the Root had been particularly cataclysmic, and witnessing two of the Empyrean Worlds fall into that abomination had carved a memory into the hearts of everyone who had survived those wars, one that would never fade.
And now, the moment when peace had finally returned, they watched as every remaining Empyrean World was slowly dragged toward the abyss at the center of reality.
Yet despite seeing everything they had sacrificed so much to protect being pulled toward oblivion, not a single warrior moved.
There was a simple reason.
The Scarlet King.
This was Cain Laurifer's plan.
And they trusted that man with their lives, their homes, and their future.
