"Keep her occupied."
The summoned knight lunged.
Alicia was forced back.
And the king walked into the throne chamber.
There—
the emperor waited.
The moment the king entered—
their powers collided.
Steel met steel.
Mana exploded through the throne room.
The walls cracked under the pressure.
The emperor was driven back—
then raised one hand.
Light erupted.
Excalibur appeared.
Its holy radiance flooded the chamber.
For a moment—
it looked like the battle was over.
Then the king laughed.
"Did you think only your empire prepared for this day?"
He drew his own sacred weapon.
Unlike the emperor, who inherited a divine blade—
the kings of Aileen had forged their own.
For two thousand years, each king had strengthened it.
Layer by layer.
Generation after generation.
A weapon built for one purpose—
to conquer the continent.
The two sacred weapons collided.
The throne room exploded in light.
APOLLO'S POV —
The feed suddenly glitched.
