Emperor's Reckoning

The night had not come yet and dusk was fast approaching. The sky was no longer blue in color but instead almost resembled that of Ryona's hair. Standing with his back facing the horizon of the sun, his black hair fluttered. The absolute domineering aura that he exuded off of his will was straining the other powers.

Lyon crossed his arms as he faced the fleet with a smirk on his face before he nodded up.

Seeing the signal, not even the archer could react before the huge birds themselves flapped away. With one single stroke of their wings, the huge birds each went to their designated gate of the world. The sudden acceleration caused the archers to grabbed their thick feathers in order not to lose balance with one hand but their ears could hear the fluttering papers in their other hand.

Lyon smiled as he turned around, disregarding the huge movement that soon alerted the multi-worlds he looked at the sun setting with his hand behind his back.

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Inside a new world where the town was bustling with their own everyday life. A huge shadow crept up on their lands before their gasping face was swallowed by it. Looking up with alert and shock some of them instinctively took a step back out of their instinct.

"An attack?!"

"What? Who are they?"

The archers were trembling as they looked at the papers that were neatly stacked on their hands.

"There is no way that I could do this..." said one of the archers as he was tearing up.

"Brace yourself! We are already lucky to be alive!" said one of his comrades.

"We are in a typhoon of two great powers! An old typhoon that was already famed for its destruction and a newborn typhoon that swept away the former's face without any hesitation. We are very well be, in a part of a defining history! We just need to choose which part," said the captain before approached the side and looked down against the townsfolk.

"Spread the word!" shouted the captain before he threw all of the papers in his hand and let them dance at the mercy of the wind before the huge bird screech and flew toward the next gate.

Meanwhile, in another world, the same thing was happening. A huge bird just came hovering in their city before a pile of papers was thrown like they were throwing a waste.

Every cultivator, weak or strong was looking up the sky and looked at the fluttering papers. However, one of the papers was approaching one building in particular. 

The placard was half the size of the door and what's written on it could be seen from a faraway distance. It was a place of the auction from a certain family. A pot-bellied man was standing in front of the building with his eyes squinting against the fluttering paper that came his way.

"Huh?" 

His hand moved fast enough that a sound barrier was almost broken in the process. He turned the paper around...

His narrowed eyes slapped open in disbelief as his hands trembled.

"He actually dares... to put a bounty on Treas's head?! What a mad youth!" He slowly crumpled the paper before he took a breath and faced the sky. His narrow eyes had returned their shape before he muttered, "I thought it would be just a quick bounty, but it seems like, this is more than that. War is approaching... who is this, Lyon Torga. Someone from heaven? Or even worse..."

Not many dared to stand against the opposing side of the Treas family. Not to mention with that kind of galore. He couldn't even remember a time when did the Treas offended someone like this. 

(This mad young man, he didn't know how ruthless that old bone really is, everyone you love will be targeted too now. I hope you are prepared for despair)

"MA- MANAGER!!!"

The pot-bellied man furrowed his eyebrows before he turned around and saw a figure rushing toward him. His subordinate was out of breath even though the distance and his cultivation level shouldn't make him so. With this as a glance, he knew something urgent was on the matter.

"What is it? Calm down."

"B-But!"

"If it's regarding these papers, pay no mind. The mad youth is inciting great wrath out of him. We will see some spectacle of horror as what he planned to do to the youth's loved ones."

"Papers..?"

"Huh? it's not about the papers?"

"What papers?"

"Er... never mind... so what brings you to me with such rush?" asked the cultivation with a bright smile. One could almost see either the fakeness or the trained smile that was on his face. Being the manager of such a luxurious auction would surely bring out the best of him as both marketer and auctioneer, else the prestige would be lost. 

"We... our child branch is under attack!"

"Huh? Hahaha! It's about to turn night, why are you telling me this lame joke."

"I'm serious manager! Fifty! Fifty!"

"Fifty what?"

"Fifty of our child branches has been destroyed!"

His narrow eyes snapped open once again before he choked his subordinate, "This is not funny! Fifty you say?! We have experts guarding the auction house!! Every single one of them has one!! We paid them riches! If you are wrong about this I will snap your neck!"

"Gh! Gh! I'm a serious manager! The houses have been destroyed the report said! Nothing was left! Not even the valuable artifacts!"

"What did you say?! Then... it's not a robbery?"

"N-No... based on the reports... no..."

"How many of them?! Who are they?!"

"T-Three... There are three individuals!"

"Three?!.... just three?! Are you sure?"

"Y-Yes! Their names are unknown but... it was two men and one woman, One of the men was taller than the other while the woman, she had dark ears."

*Snapped!

He killed his subordinate without any remorse as he heaved up and down in anger. (What kind of mad...?!?!?!)

"Don't tell me..." He opened up the crumpled paper in his hand.