Preparations

Within the empty field where Herald fought against Sol and the second generation, Damian and the three other emperors showed up. There was nothing but ruins around them. With the ground evidently scorched and, signs of other forms of battle making themselves known in the state of the surroundings.

It didn't take them long to find one of Herald's wings. Stabbed by a sword with runes glowing on it.

"Don't come near that." Damian ordered as Aeolus tried doing so.

"But it's a wing Damian. It's the most sacred part of our body."

"Yeah. And that sword has a trap set on it so do as I say before you tick me off." Damian commanded, already pissed by the fact that Herald still went against his orders. The worst part about it was that, he lost. Ruining the reputation of the emperors who were then only four.

"Just get the details on how that idiot died. We don't need anything more than that."