A strange calm washed over him.
He thought of the plan he would never see completed. Of the Celestial of Ice who stole his beloved consort. Of the ancestor who watched in silence and did nothing. Of the hatred he carried like armor. Of his children, who would now tear each other apart for power in his absence.
They say a man sees his life flash before his eyes in his final moments.
For Emperor Augustus… it was true.
The Abyssal flames soon reached Emperor Augustus, threatening to consume him completely.
Greg raised his eyes—but in the next moment, the Abyssal fire meant to engulf the emperor flickered out, extinguished by an unknown force. His brows furrowed, confused and annoyed as he searched for the cause of the sudden disruption.
"That will be the end of your destruction upon this empire," a calm voice declared.
