The golden aura of the Aetherion Primordial Empire and the silver mist of the Chaos Temple clashed in the sky, creating a spectacle of light that Earth had never seen.
Emperor Victor stood firm, his eyes fixed on the Grand Sage. He was shocked to see the most powerful figures of the Chaos Temple here, in this remote corner of the universe.
"It is an honor to meet you again, Grand Sage," Emperor Victor said, forced to be polite. Even as an Emperor, he knew the Temple held secrets that could shake the foundations of his Empire.
The Grand Sage smiled thinly, his golden robes fluttering in the wind.
"The pleasure is mine, Your Majesty. I am sensing my old friend inside your ship. Would he like to come out and have a little chat with me?"
The moment he finished speaking, the air grew heavy.
A terrifying aura gushed out from the central golden ship. It wasn't the warm light of the Emperor; it was a cold, ancient power that felt like a mountain falling.
