Last Ruler Of The Empty Throne-Chapter 160: Know something

"A world," Amelia whispered, her eyes widening as the Sun Executioner’s words echoed in the charged air above the scarred blue planet.

The revelation struck her like a bolt, igniting a cascade of thoughts.

’A world destroyed... could it be they couldn’t see it? Were they his parents?’ Her mind raced, piecing together fragments of her recent travels, the invisible world she had stumbled upon, and the couple who had wrought such devastation.

"Ammy!" Dame’s voice snapped her out of her reverie, sharp and urgent. He stood in front of her, his broad frame a protective barrier, his amber eyes flickering with concern.

Amelia tilted her head, peering past him, and her breath caught. A figure loomed nearby, his presence radiating an unsettling aura of decay.

Jack Frak, the Rotborne, leader of the Corpse Dominion, stood unnervingly close. His handsome features were marred by an unnatural pallor, as if his flesh were a thin veneer over something dead and rotting. Yet the power he exuded was that of an eighth-realm.

He or it was among the newly ascended. It was undeniable as a dark pulse that made the air feel heavy and rancid.

"You. What. Do. You. Know?" His voice was a grotesque layering of tones, like voices overlapping in a discordant choir, each word dripping with menace as he stared intently at Amelia.

Amelia took a step back, her instincts flaring. The eyes of the assembled factions, Celestial Dragons, Demons, Angels, and the golden-armored Sun Branch all turned toward her, their gazes sharp with curiosity and suspicion.

Dame moved to her side, his presence steadying her, though his whispered words carried a note of worry. "Ammy, you’ve been standing there in a daze for about ten seconds. What’s wrong?" His voice was low, but in the tense silence, it might as well have been a shout.

Amelia straightened, her jaw tightening as she met the Rotborne’s gaze with defiance. "I’m sorry, but I don’t answer to you," she said, her voice clear and unyielding, cutting through the oppressive atmosphere.

The Rotborne’s face twisted with rage, his aura flaring like a noxious cloud. "You—" he began, but his words were cut short as a diminutive figure in a frilly pink gown materialized behind him, her energy crackling with barely restrained power.

"Do you think reaching the eighth realm makes you unkillable?" the Pink Witch asked, her childlike voice laced with venom.

She hovered in the air, her aura flaring outward like a storm of rose petals, sharp and deadly.

Nerom, the emperor of the Heavenly Sky Palace, watched the exchange with a spark of amusement in his piercing blue eyes.

His blue robes flowed like liquid starlight as he stepped forward, his carefree demeanor belying the immense power he wielded.

"Hahaha, looks like we’ve heard enough for now," he said, his voice carrying a playful lilt as he arrived at his army.

He shot a pointed glare at the Rotborne, who retreated with a scowl, his aura dimming under Nerom’s unspoken authority.

"I hope not to see you all again too soon." With a wave of his hand, the silvery mist that defined the Sky World surged around him, enveloping his army in a shimmering veil.

Just before the mist consumed them, the archangel, his three pairs of divine wings glowing faintly, locked eyes with the Angel Army across the sky.

A silent exchange passed between them before the mist swallowed the Heavenly Sky Palace’s forces.

Whoosh...

The disorienting spin of the mist’s teleportation gave way to the familiar grandeur of the sky conference chamber.

The domed ceiling shimmered with shifting constellations, and the obsidian table gleamed under the soft glow of floating orbs.

The assembly reappeared exactly as they had been, seated in their spiraling rows, except for one difference.

Amelia stood on the opposite side of the table from Nerom, alone in the center of the room, her presence drawing every eye.

She sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. It was clear now, she knew something, and there was no escaping the scrutiny.

When the Rotborne had singled her out, the attention had shifted to her, and Nerom’s sharp gaze had followed and he understood.

Her wanderings through the folds of space had given her knowledge others lacked, and now she was the key to unraveling the mystery.

’I’m sorry, Jon,’ she thought, a pang of guilt twisting in her chest. ’I couldn’t keep it hidden.’

Steeling herself, she faced the assembly and spoke, her voice steady despite the weight of their stares.

"On my last journey, I encountered a world unlike any other. It took far more effort than usual to breach its boundaries, as if the universe itself were shielding it. The strangest part was? It was invisible, hidden from sight, like it was deliberately concealed for some cosmic purpose."

The room was silent, every ear straining to catch her words.

A hidden world was unheard of in the entirety nof the universe.

Even the seventh-realm commanders leaned forward, their expressions a mix of skepticism and fascination.

"And how does this world connect to the couple who attacked the Moon Branch?" Nerom asked, his tone calm but laced with an intensity that demanded answers.

Amelia took a breath, her mind racing back to that strange encounter. "I believe, they had a child there," she said, her words sending a ripple of shock through the chamber.

Eyes widened, and murmurs broke out as the pieces began to fall into place. A hidden world, a child, a couple driven to vengeance, it explained the Moon Branch’s destruction, or at least part of it.

"Then they couldn’t find the world," the woman in crimson mused, her voice cutting through the murmurs. "And they blamed the Moon Branch for destroying it. But what happened to this world? Was it truly destroyed?"

Amelia shook her head. "I don’t know. I left when I received the summons to return here."

Nerom’s eyes narrowed, his mind clearly working through the implications. "Do you know its location?"

"Yes," Amelia replied, nodding firmly.

"Then let’s go." Nerom raised his hand, and the mist surged again, wrapping around the assembly in a cool, silvery embrace. The world spun, and they vanished.

When their senses cleared, they stood in an empty expanse of void, the stars distant pinpricks in the infinite black.

Nerom’s expression betrayed a flicker of surprise as he scanned the surroundings.

"Truly, there’s nothing here," he said, his voice tinged with curiosity. Even his vast senses, honed to detect the subtlest disturbances in space, found no trace of a world.

Amelia, however, was gripped by a different kind of shock. "T-The world... it’s changed locations," she stammered, her eyes wide with disbelief.

She remembered this exact spot, the precise coordinates where she had encountered the invisible world.

Now, it was gone, but in the distance, she could sense its faint presence, like a whisper on the edge of her perception. "It’s moving now," she said, her voice rising with urgency as she shot forward, chasing the elusive world.

Nerom followed, his mist trailing behind him like a comet’s tail, his senses sharpened to their fullest.

The rest of the army kept pace, their auras flaring as they prepared for the unknown.

"There," Amelia said, pointing to a distant patch of space where the void seemed to shimmer faintly, like heat rising from a desert.

Nerom’s eyes locked onto the spot, and a low crackle echoed through the void as space itself seemed to ripple. "I see something," he said, his voice tinged with surprise.

He couldn’t see the world itself, but he could sense the phenomenon, a distortion in the fabric of reality, like a stone dropped into a still pond.

The woman in crimson nodded, her own senses attuned to the anomaly. "That thing," she murmured, her voice laced with awe as she followed.

The rest of the army, unable to perceive the disturbance, could only trust their leaders’ guidance.

After five minutes of pursuit, Amelia halted, her breath catching. "It stopped," she said, pointing to a precise location in the void.

The air seemed to hum with latent energy, as if the universe itself were holding its breath.

Nerom’s gaze sharpened, and he spoke into the void, his voice carrying a quiet authority.

"Who are you?"

The army tensed, weapons and energies at the ready, their formations tightening in anticipation of an attack.

Amelia retreated to the ranks, her hand gripping the shaft of her spear, its tip glowing faintly with her own power.

Brtzt...

Lightning crackled, a jagged line tearing through the void. The fabric of space split open, the rift widening until it was large enough for a giant to step through.

But what emerged was no giant, only an old man, his white hair and beard flowing like wisps of cloud, his black armor etched with intricate red designs that pulsed faintly on his chest and shoulder pads. A long red sword hung at his waist, its hilt worn but gleaming with an ancient power.

The old man’s gaze swept over the army, calm and unperturbed, as if their presence were inconsequential.

His eyes locked with Nerom’s, and he spoke, his voice steady and resonant. "You sensed me?" There was no fear in his tone, only mild curiosity.

Nerom’s lips curved into a wry smile. "So many things can happen in a day, old man," he said, his tone light but his eyes sharp with intrigue. The old man’s nonchalance in the face of an army led by an eighth-realm emperor was astonishing.

The woman in crimson stepped forward, her crimson cloak billowing. "Wait, does he have something to do with the world’s hidden state and its movement?" Her voice was sharp, her mind racing to connect the dots.

A hidden world, moving through space, and this enigmatic figure. There had to be a connection.

But the old man offered no response, his silence fueling their suspicions. Nerom’s army exchanged glances, the plausibility of the theory growing.

A world hidden from the universe’s sight, capable of moving on its own, was unprecedented. This man had to be involved.

"You have no business here," the old man said, his voice soft but carrying the weight of a command. "Leave."

Crackle...

Lightning sparked in the void, a place where nothing should exist. The void thrummed with energy, and Nerom’s expression hardened.

"Haa, the old man doesn’t know what’s good for him," he said, his tone deceptively light.

Mist coiled around him, condensing into a thin, shimmering sword in his hand, its edge glinting with lethal intent.

"I warned you," the old man replied, his voice steady as he flicked his wrist. The red sword at his waist remained sheathed, but the air exploded with power.

Mist and lightning collided in the void, their energies clashing in a cataclysmic eruption.

KABOOOOOM!

The shockwave rippled through space, a testament to the forces now unleashed. The army braced itself, and Amelia tightened her grip on her spear, her heart pounding.

Whatever this old man was, whatever secrets he guarded, the truth was about to be revealed, or was it?