CLEAVER OF SIN

High above Asher’s location, nestled within the drifting white clouds and the vast expanse of blue sky, a figure stood silently atop a colossal bird. The figure bore striking golden eyes and hair that shimmered like sunlight. Yet, the creature beneath him was no mere monster, it was an Emovira.

Emovirae are enigmatic creatures, divided into two distinct types: positive Emovirae and negative Emovirae.

Negative Emovirae are born from emotions such as fear, sorrow, and despair. They are aggressive by nature, attacking anything they perceive on sight. In contrast, positive Emovirae emerge from emotions like love, hope, and joy.

Unlike their darker counterparts, they do not attack unless provoked. Though cautious, they are inherently docile, capable of forming bonds with humans. However, taming one is no simple feat; it requires besting them in battle first.

As for the negative Emovirae, they cannot be tamed. It is a brutal exchange: either you die, or they do. There is no middle ground.

A crimson cape cascaded down the man’s back, billowing gently in the wind. Vambraces adorned his forearms, while leather gloves encased his hands. His legs were protected by polished greaves, and his torso was clad in a radiant golden breastplate that gleamed beneath the sunlight.

This was Azeron Wargrave.

Behind him stood Zarek, unchanged in appearance, his attire as pristine as ever. He remained dressed in his classic black butler suit, complete with immaculate white gloves, a silent shadow at Azeron’s side.

At that moment, a broad smile played on Azeron’s lips as he gazed down upon the battlefield below. When Asher had departed from the Wargrave estate, Azeron had followed, silently, from the skies above.

He had initially intended to abstain from attending the event altogether. But then came a personal message from the Emperor himself, urging his presence.

With such a summons, refusal was no longer an option.