Bold Declaration

As Leo walked into the throne room, he found ChaosBringer already on his knees, waiting for him.

It was clear he had already heard of Leo's arrival—the commotion at the palace gates had undoubtedly reached him—prompting him to prostrate himself at the very entrance of the throne room in welcome.

"I greet the Great Emperor, the ruler of this land, the protector of the people, the greatest warrior to ever exist, the ever merciful, the most terrifying—"

Leo raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching slightly at the excessive string of titles.

"That's enough." He raised a palm, signaling for silence.

"Apologies." ChaosBringer immediately fell quiet, his voice cutting off mid-sentence as he remained kneeling. His head stayed bowed low, hands resting on his thighs in absolute submission.

Everything about his posture radiated deference—not just as a subject before a ruler, but as a man kneeling before something far greater.