Emperor Kelmont Derianis Jalozi wore a terrified, shaken expression as he paced around his Imperial Chamber. His clear, skyblue eyes were wide and stupefied, and his silver bangs, like magnets, were glued to his sweat-filled forehead.
His hands, clasped behind him, trembled insufferably.
Why now of all times? Why did that masked monster choose now to return to Jalozi? To Rindell? Where was he all those years ago when he needed him? Those times when he didn't know why the hell he ended up on the throne as an Emperor?
Kelmont gritted his teeth, halting in place. He affixed his gaze toward the window at the northern end of his room, watching the dazzling golden glow of the evening.
When Blank had come the day before, the first thing the masked man had asked Kelmont about was information concerning a young man known as Maxwell. The same Shining Star who the Kelmont, the Emperor had once set his sights on. The same shining star who had turned down his proposal.
