"However, do not babysit the kid too much, or else you will only hinder his growth. A blade that isn't tempered in fire will always break when it matters most. And... cherish your wife well."
"I will take your words to heart, Senior. Th-"
"Enough with the pleasentaries." The emperor sounded a bit annoyed. "Anyway, since I've answered your questions, it's time for me to take my leave. The trial is about to reach its conclusion, and I have to go and meet my successor."
"Wa-!"
Before Soren could finish the word, the golden mist imploded, and the Emperor simply ceased to be.
"-it..."
Soren's hand was left hanging in the mid-air, grasping at nothing but cold, empty space. He stood frozen for a moment before sighing and retracting his arm, his gaze falling upon the unconscious Ryan.
"He said the trial is about to end, right?" he muttered to himself and clenched his fists slightly. "You must succeed, Ryan... Everything depends on it."
