Sealed

Neonidas stood at the bottom of the grand staircase, carefully listening to the footsteps of Emperor Gredor. The heavy boots striking the stone steps blended with the murmurs in the throne room, deepening the already tense atmosphere. As the guards moved like shadows around Gredor, the emperor's face remained an unreadable mask.

Neonidas bowed his head slightly in greeting but did not take his eyes off Gredor for even a moment. The emperor studied him, the corner of his lips curling into an almost imperceptible smirk.

"That was a clever move, Neonidas," Gredor said when he finally reached the last step. "Instead of wiping out your enemies' bloodlines, you chose to turn them into a symbol. Unexpected, but brilliant."

Neonidas stepped forward. "People do not follow rulers," he said calmly. "They follow stories. The story I give them will be stronger than their loyalty."

Gredor nodded slightly. "That remains to be seen."