Chapter 187: Invitation To An Alliance
After a refreshing bath and a warm breakfast lovingly prepared by his mother, Igaris set out for the Imperial Court.
He wore no crown, no ornate medals, no flamboyant cloak that screamed of royalty. Only a dark, billowing cape draped across his shoulders, and a black-gold stitched attire beneath—tailored to perfection, yet simple in design. A quiet elegance.
His short midnight-black hair caught the wind from the open palace windows, fluttering slightly with every step. It gave him a calm, almost serene presence—but to those watching, it was anything but ordinary.
He didn’t release a shred of aura. No oppressive force. No violent willpower.
And yet, as he passed the palace gates and strode down the white stone corridor, even the most battle-hardened guards felt their legs grow unsteady. Their hands clenched their weapons not out of readiness, but reflex. Their eyes dropped to the ground, afraid to look him directly in the eye.
It wasn’t fear of his strength. It was reverence.
The kind born not from titles, but from what he had done.
He had conquered the skies. Broken the Skadi forces. Defended the Earth without asking permission from anyone.
He had become the axis around which the new world now turned.
And so, when Igaris entered the grand hall of the Imperial Court, filled with powerful commanders and generals, the room fell into a respectful silence.
Every man and woman stood straighter. Every conversation died mid-sentence.
Their Emperor had arrived.