Chapter 273: Echo’s Fury
The Darkness Dragon Emperor radiated a suffocating, pitch-black gloom, his enormous wings eclipsing entire galaxies.
The Titan Emperor stood solid and unwavering, his mountainous figure encased in celestial armor that crackled with primal force.
The Dark Phoenix Empress burned coldly, her flames absorbing rather than emitting light, symbolizing rebirth corrupted into eternal darkness.
Nearby, the Undead Emperor stood shrouded in a veil of restless souls, countless eyes filled with hollow anguish peering through the void.
The Goblin Emperor grinned maliciously, his cunning eyes glittering with malicious intelligence beneath a twisted crown forged of broken relics.
Several other shadowy figures lingered around them, their features obscured but their threat palpable.
Echo regarded these titanic beings without a hint of fear or surprise. His gaze remained serene, patient even, as though confronting troublesome yet unruly children rather than monstrous cosmic rulers.
"I had reservations back then," Echo spoke finally, his voice quiet yet resonant, effortlessly penetrating the chaotic din around them, "due to Orion. Lest your foolishness inadvertently harm him, I spared you all, granting you the chance to learn from your mistakes. But you... you really do not learn."
Uneasy silence followed, the titanic beings exchanging apprehensive glances, recognizing that they stood dangerously close to a precipice they couldn’t comprehend.
The Titan Emperor, emboldened by desperation or perhaps misplaced confidence, took a cautious step forward. His immense form moved with effort as he tried to justify their presence. "Throneless Emperor," he rumbled nervously, "it is not what you thin—"
Echo’s eyes flared sharply, cutting him off decisively. "So this is what remains of those who stood beside me... shadows of heroes, inheriting titles they died to protect, yet forgetting why they fought."