Ragan immediately rushed to Adalen's side and checked his condition with a look of deep concern.
The moment he felt his son's breath, a wave of relief washed over his face.
"Thank goodness he's still breathing," he muttered, letting out a heavy sigh.
If Adalen had died, he would have truly been powerless. After all, it was the Singularity of Chaos that had brought him down.
Fighting such an opponent would be suicide. As emperor, his duty was to billions of lives.
He couldn't sacrifice his people—or his other descendants—just to seek revenge. That would be nothing short of foolish and irrational.
Fortunately, Adalen was still alive. The weight on his shoulders lightened, if only slightly.
"Mages of the Constellations," he called out calmly.
Whoosh!
The seven figures appeared like shadows, immediately kneeling on one knee before him.
"What are your orders, Your Majesty?" Orion asked respectfully.
Ragan glanced at him while carrying Adalen, then slowly rose to his feet.
