After a full ten minutes, the synthesis process was finally completed.
Amarian's face was pale, her hands trembling as she listened to the agonizing screams of her daughter. The only thing keeping her from rushing forward was the unwavering, cold gaze of their savior.
When Lyra emerged from the cocoon unharmed, Amarian let out a shaky breath of relief.
But as she looked closer, it was clear that something fundamental had changed within Lyra.
Her daughter's physique was noticeably different—healthier, more muscular, and even slightly taller. The transformation spoke volumes about the immense power she had gained, something Amarian could only marvel at. In her heart, she assumed their savior must be a divine being, capable of bestowing blessings beyond mortal comprehension.
Lyra took a few tentative steps, her body adjusting to the surge of newfound strength, though a faint soreness lingered in her muscles. As she glanced at her status panel, her eyes widened in astonishment.
She had ascended from E-Rank all the way to A-Rank—an almost inconceivable leap in power.
She turned her gaze toward Aengus, awe and gratitude etched into her expression. Bowing deeply, she said with unwavering sincerity, "Thank you, my savior. We will never forget your kindness."
Aengus regarded her coolly, his expression indifferent yet unreadable.
"It's nothing, little girl," he replied, his tone even. "You received only what you deserved. But do not mistake me for a kind being. I am no savior of virtue. I have slaughtered humans and demons alike as easily as one cuts grass."
His words carried a weight that silenced the air around them, and both Lyra and Amarian could only stare, acknowledging the reality of the man before them—a figure capable of immense power and destruction, yet one who had chosen to aid them.
"Now, let's settle you down. You will be taken to a place where you can put your power to good use," Aengus said as he opened a pulsating dark portal to his warship.
Lyra, brimming with excitement, followed him without hesitation, her mother close behind, stepping into the portal with a mix of hope and apprehension.
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The sun was already high in the sky, illuminating the thriving land of Solis with its golden glow.
Ashter, Astrid, and a few of the more astute individuals exchanged astonished glances. Their Emperor had not only been managing his empire but also engaging in otherworldly adventures to grow even stronger.
His unwavering dedication to his ideals and unrelenting pursuit of strength inspired a deep sense of awe and respect among his people.
They bowed their heads in unison, their voices ringing out in reverence.
"Long live Your Imperial Highness!"
"Long live the Liberation Empire!"
Amarian and Lyra stood speechless, their eyes wide as they took in the scene before them. The powerhouses, each exuding terrifying strength, bowed in unison to the man they had come to know as their savior.
But it wasn't just the individuals—behind the massive disaster-class warship, they could see an endless formation of soldiers, their armor gleaming under the sun, marching in perfect unison.
Amarian's trembling voice broke the silence. "W-Who are you? Why are they calling you Emperor?"
Aengus turned to her, his smile calm yet brimming with an undeniable authority. "Because I am one. There's no need to be surprised. All of this is for the grand conquest, a step toward a world I shall reshape. It begins with conquering the Kairos Empire and then... the rest of the world."
Amarian and Lyra felt their hearts tremble at his words.
The sheer weight of the revelation struck them hard.
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This man they had placed their trust in, their savior, wasn't just a strong wanderer or an enigmatic hero. He was a ruler, a force capable of changing the course of history itself.
An Emperor-level powerhouse.
Lyra watched with admiration, her savior's image becoming lofty and grand in her heart. She felt the sacrifice she made by giving him the God Stone was worth it. It fell on the right hand.