Chapter 259: Past
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.