Imperatress

Leonel looked forward. He didn't seem to notice the appearance of the other Emperors because his eyes were still on the Spirituals Emperor.

He slowly stood from the ground. It even looked like he had simply descended all by himself, his legs hardly bending when he hit the ground.

He stepped out from the crater, rising into the air one again. The dust that fell around him couldn't seem to reach his body at all.

This man was, indeed, the Emperor of the Spirituals, Emperor Ridryn. This wasn't a man who had been seen by his own people in hundreds of years. And yet, oddly enough, he had appeared here, and maybe even more odd than that, Leonel's father had recognized him in a single glance.

'Was this about dad the entire time?' Leonel thought to himself.