Emperor's Reckoning

The city was rummaged from the ground down. The heavenly golden fists made of mana was everlasting as it sent down beyond the clouds in the sky. Even the glimmer of dawn that was approaching from the east looked dimmed compared to what's happening.

The world itself was suffocating as it suffered endless heavy blows. In the North City, Tusak's master quickly grabbed his recuperating student by one hand before they flew toward the east where the source of nature's disaster came from. 

"Wha- what's happening?!"

"Look! Over there, there is something that's going on there! East City!"

The army that was a moment ago gobsmacked by the sudden vanish of the youth who found himself floating above the sacred city, was soon found themselves hanging on the balance from the tremor that was emitted from the golden curtain of light that seemed to descend from above the clouds.

"H-Heaven..." the captain muttered.

The Empress pointed her lips upward as she stood still unlike Sophia who was holding the desk to kept herself up. The latter slightly furrowed her eyebrows before she saw that the Empress was actually floating above the ground with complete control of the altitude despite the trembling lands. 

All the cities were both panicked and in awe.

"You cannot miss this, as do I, hahaha!" the old master was pretty chill despite the envious onlookers who looked at them flying toward the east. Soon, some of the experts that were capable of flight immediately followed suit. The fight that could devastate the lands to such an extent might bore a beneficial fruit to their cultivation. 

"Curious, curious," the lady with purple lips, Yunesia suddenly put two fingers between her lips before she whistled. She ran toward the platform where the ashen bell was before she leaped as high as she could. A huge falcon cry was heard before it seeped in like a shadow under her figure. The pair of boots landed perfectly on its back before her eyes looked toward the east. She didn't need to voice out her intention before the falcon was heading toward the east.

The sect masters and other experts had not had the chance to speak to her before she left them awoke on their own. Though they had an idea that she would definitely refuse their invitation to their clans or sects, the glimpse of hope was still there even if its minuscule. However, with her had left the South City in such a manner, their little hope just got cut even shorter than before. 

"You sure riled up the scene, my boy!"

Sun laughed his heart out as he looked at the golden shower of light even from the farthest city of them all. 

Ayumu was lost for words as the land that she stood slightly trembled. She looked at the golden shower of light that was on the far east descending from the clouds. The very light was the signal of dawn itself, the start of a day that could not be any more holy. If heaven were to bless the mortal world, it would probably look like that.

Madoku gulped her saliva as her personality was interchanging with Madoka whose awed with a flat face. Her changing facial expression was a sight to behold, however, nobody was bothered to see it since the light from heaven had descended down from the east. 

"How... di... what?"

Madoku couldn't even muster up the right question to ask. Her older sister had won the Throne and she couldn't even celebrate it before something otherworldly had happened. The Throne was over but the dispute inside the plane was not. They didn't know what had happened but they had no way of knowing the distance between the two cities.

"Fusya!"

The old man was chuckling with both hands behind his back. 

"That kid, I'm seriously wondering if my daughter is good enough for him, hahaha! Though his cultivation level might seem low, can someone tell me who other than him that could bring out such destruction in his generation? Even if they have a higher cultivation realm, hahaha. I bet those old fucks are batting their eyes against him now. Sorry to say but the kid is mine!" the old man muttered before he noticed a glance to squinting eyes of a little girl with dog ears, "I- I meant DAUGHTER! My daughter!"

"Sure," said Tuey sarcastically while rolling her eyes.

His face was petrified. He couldn't believe that someone would dare to say something like that toward him. However, he never did tell them his own name nor his status so it was partly his fault. Though Ayumu did had given some hint that he was someone with high prestige and his name was valued more than top-grade cultivation beads, they were all too caught up with Lyon's accomplishments.

As the sun reached a certain height, the golden curtain of light gradually dispersed as if its done its shift of illuminating the said world. It was the first time that dawn was manmade, the descending of heaven themselves. 

The entire East City was filled with clouds of dust and they were thicker the more they were in the center of a huge crater. The buildings were flattened to the ground while the sea was in the process of calming itself down. The port was naturally wrecked, not even the thick jungle was spared. That one single move leveled the grand city.

"K... k...."

"...."

"Kh..."

The onlookers were lost for words. They couldn't believe what they had seen with their very eyes as they looked at the center of the crater. There was only one body, a middle-aged man with black hair. The garb that he wore was beyond saving as they were trashed by the brutal art. All of the bones were broken and his eyes were opened wide in horror as he felt nothing on his arm. The supposed youth that he saved from the killing blow was gone. He tried to clench his hand only to feel nothing but air.

"Kaiju..."

"Heaven's Son is...."

"Dead and not his remain was left."

The onlookers immediately glanced over toward the group that was here for Young Emperor. The one who answered their unfinished words was no one else but the woman with gorgeous purple hair draping around her shoulder, Luna.

The onlookers gulped their saliva as they turned their glance back toward the center of the huge crater. Even with their very eyes open as wide as they could, they still couldn't believe that the Heaven's Son just got pummeled into non-existence, not even a hair was left.

The moment the thought rang inside their head, they all suddenly remembered the words that Lyon had just said right before Kaiju Loh leaped against him. 

'By the time I'm done, you will not even leave a single hair in this world.'

The chilling words froze their spine as they slowly tilted up their heavy necks to watch the ultimate youth who was standing in the air alone. The people gulped, no matter if they were experts or not, to be able to disrupt nature to such an extent despite being a Divine Realm cultivator, was a feat no one but him that could have done it. 

Lyon was brooding over the city before he blew the cloud dust with a single breath so effortlessly. His magnificent transformation was on display to the onlookers below. The full suite armor with a single headdress that conquered the sky. Four banners were fluttering against the wind and the blood from the underline of his eyes that had climbed down his cheeks finally dripped down to the ground. His breaths had become slower than as they used to be. He knew he was in a dangerous state right now as he couldn't channel his meridians, his body needed to shut down.

He smirked as his body gradually permeated heat. His eyes slowly came back to normal as the armor he wore was diminished bits by bits into a speck of light. The four banners alongside the four golden tails started gradually adorned the sky with their exit. The glorious headdress, the galore of his might, finally rest, though it was short, the image was burnt inside their hearts and carved inside their souls.

Lyon closed his eyes as his body was at the mercy of the wind. His smirk was eternal despite blood started to ooze out from the orifices on his face. He could no longer hear the gust in the air as everything turned silent. His mind went blank and he didn't even know when will he woke up but he sure couldn't wait to know which face would he look at when the time came.

That was the epic tale, of the uncrowned king, the unthroned emperor, The Young Emperor, Lyon Torga.

"You are always reckless..." a soft voice that was soothing the raging wind whispered along.

"GUH!"

"KH! KH! THAT'S?!"

The rest of the onlookers were frozen in their place as a pair of hands gently held Lyon's falling figure.