At the deepest point of the cathedral, something moved at the speed of sound.
It was little more than a shadow, appearing and disappearing in rapid succession as it devoured the distance toward its destination at an insane pace. Its speed had reached a level where even those who had attained the King Rank would struggle merely to catch a glimpse of it, let alone keep up.
That shadow belonged to an old man, ancient in years yet still remarkably agile despite having spent so long away from the battlefield.
Asterion Heart.
The Uncrowned Emperor unleashed his true speed the moment he separated from Jackson and his granddaughter, and within mere seconds, he reached his destination.
The Uncrowned Emperor found himself standing before an enormous, distinctive gate coated entirely in gold. Torches surrounded it, burning with dark crimson flames that illuminated the gate amid the darkness and made it stand out all the more.
From beyond that gate, seeping through its cracks and edges…
