Echo stood at the heart of the shattered void, the remnants of the Prime Realm floating around him in ghostly fragments of reality.
His timeless golden energy surrounded Orion protectively, a gentle sanctuary amidst the utter ruin wrought by the mere shadows of the gathered Emperors.
Echo’s expression was solemn, deeply burdened by the tragic destruction—a consequence of merely the shadows of beings whose true forms could not even enter this fragile space without annihilating it instantly.
Around him, reality itself was warped, space fractured and folded in impossible patterns, and stars blinked silently through distant rifts. In this eerie silence, tension simmered, dangerously close to erupting into cosmic violence.
The Death True Dragon Emperor’s enormous presence loomed darkly above, eyes blazing like dying suns.
His voice was impossibly heavy, reverberating through the fabric of the shattered realm, resonating with absolute authority. "You may be one of the strongest beings within the Chiliocosm Structure, Throneless Emperor—but even you are not the strongest."
Echo nodded slowly, acknowledging the truth without resistance. His silvered hair shifted gently as he raised his gaze, meeting the unfathomable eyes of the Death Dragon Emperor.
"Yes," Echo agreed quietly, a faint note of wistfulness woven into his calm voice. "I’m not the strongest. Those two are."
The gathered Emperors—both the oppressive dark faction and the radiant faction of light—shifted subtly, the atmosphere momentarily easing as Echo invoked the names of the two supreme powers whose might transcended even their own.
Echo continued, voice low and deeply respectful, "Now that we’ve touched upon them—tell me, how fare the Destruction True Dragon Emperor and the Creation Phoenix Empress?"
For a fleeting instant, even the mighty Death Dragon Emperor’s oppressive aura softened, replaced by a grudging respect and ancient reverence shared by all present.
Silence stretched briefly before the Time Dragon Emperor finally spoke, his voice as ancient and profound as eternity itself, woven from endless rivers of cosmic memory and inevitability.
"The two of them are still resting," Time Dragon Emperor murmured gently, his tone layered with quiet admiration and a deep sadness born from profound understanding. "They have not awakened since the Primordial War. They deserve their rest."
The assembled Emperors, even those steeped deeply in darkness, nodded solemnly in unified agreement.
Every being present knew clearly the sacrifices made by those two peerless beings. Their contributions had been unmatched, their wounds deeper than any present had ever borne.
The fleeting peace fractured once more, tension rapidly returning as the Death Dragon Emperor’s burning gaze shifted sharply back to Echo.
His voice darkened again, harsh and edged with cold accusation. "Then, knowing this, why are you attempting to break the very rules that you yourself established? We cannot interfere with the growth of Limitless Bearers. Doing so would plunge reality itself into chaos."
Echo’s voice was quiet, but it carried the weight of disappointment etched across endless years. "I have high hopes for him—more than I’ve ever placed in any other. If he undergoes Evolution now, he’ll remain in hibernation for decades—perhaps nearly a century. He will miss the events about to unfold, events critical to the destiny of the entire Chilicosm."
The Death Dragon Emperor’s gaze narrowed sharply, a deep, rumbling growl vibrating through the shattered void. His words carried a deadly edge, resonating with quiet menace. "A mere hundred years is nothing. And that does not justify breaking your own law—"
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