Emperor Zain was not crying, he just wanted to mourn a little bit more.
Who was he mourning? It was none other than Victoria.
Emperor Zain had been here, on this mountain for the past one week.
He had actually planned on staying here for at least a year, but he was interrupted by the arrival of Memphis and Seth.
His face was dry, and his cheeks showed signs of agitation. The long silver grey beards and eyebrows quivered ever so slightly at the wake of his little movements.
His two hands were pressed ceremoniously on his lap, his head was bowed, and his aura was frightening.
Memphis and Seth stood in silence, Seth did not dare to do anything. From the fluctuations in Emperor Zain's aura, he guessed that this transformation was a recent event.
"When I came back," Emperor Zain started, getting the attention of the two other immortals, "I was flooded with many questions.
My people asked their emperor, 'Where is his most loyal disciple?'
My most loyal disciple.
I sacrificed her.
