For The Glory Of My Father

"Are you still writing that letter, father?" Abyss Princess Eva stepped into the Emperor's study and asked softly.

Haedon finished the last sentence and closed the letter. Then, he put it on his arm and it burned into his skin before vanishing.

Eva's eyes widened as she stared at him with panic. "Why did—"

"Just an emergency measure." Haedon waved his hand and stood up. The bandages all over his body unraveled, revealing his healed body that looked like a sculpted statue.

Eva still wasn't convinced. But Empress Beatrice stormed into the room and said, almost panting. "T-They're here."

Right then, the palace shook and the sound akin to a thousand claps of thunder reverberated across the capital.

Haedon's expression grew grim as he stared at the floating screen depicting the situation.