As her gaze settled on the towering throne, a ethereal yet majestic voice inexplicably echoed in her mind.
Here, she can summon her father back.
Aubrey Saul.
At this moment, Aurelion's body trembled slightly, and she could no longer suppress the anticipation on her face.
She had not seen her father for ten years.
Since her father left, Aurelion often dreamt of his loving face.
When she was feeling down, she could always seem to hear his encouraging voice.
Now, she finally has the chance to see her father again.
With excitement and anticipation, she walked forward step by step.
The mere dozen meters felt longer to Aurelian than the sea of clouds she had just crossed.
That's right, with just a thought, she could bring her father back.
Aurelion stepped forward and slowly extended her hand toward the throne.
In the illusion, a figure gradually emerged on the throne.
He had a full head of white hair, wore a magnificent crown, and leaned his robust body against the back of the throne, exuding an awe-inspiring presence.
The figure grew brighter as Aurelion drew closer.
She knew that it was her father, the emperor.
She can gain power as long as her father returns.
It possesses the power to overcome everything.
But at this moment,
Woohoo—
A piercing alarm seemed to sound from outside the temple, its sharp tone echoing across the entire sky and reverberating into the temple.
Aurelion snapped back to her senses, her gaze suddenly becoming clear.
[Level Zero Warning in the Magic City: The Dark Archmage has broken the seal and returned to the mortal realm]
Aurelion blinked, pondering the meaning of the voice.
Level Zero Alert, Dark Archmage?
She turned and looked out of the temple.
However, apart from the dazzling and magnificent light and the surging sea of pale clouds outside, everything seemed to remain calm.
It seems like nothing is going to happen.
Even if something bad happens, as long as she can gain power...
wrong!
Aurelion woke up instantly, her eyes wide open.
At that moment, she felt cold sweat soaking her back, and her heart was filled with lingering fear.
She staggered backward, leaned against a stone pillar, and let out a long sigh.
"What...what am I doing?"
Even though I had heard the danger alarm... even though I knew disaster was imminent,
Yet she still thinks about summoning heroic spirits and seeking those ridiculous powers.
Do you want to use your father's power to solve the disaster?
What if the summoning of the Heroic Spirit fails?
After all, Lorelei had told her that she might not succeed even once out of ten attempts to summon a Heroic Spirit.
How could she possibly place all her hopes on a vague and ethereal heroic spirit?
This is not the kind of thinking she should have.
Aurelion took a deep breath and straightened her body again.
Then, he turned his calm gaze back to the solemn throne of the heroes.
The pressure from Viktor was so immense that Aurelion almost forgot about it.
'The golden crown makes you stand out from the crowd.'
'When disaster strikes, you should also rise above the crowd.'
Those were the words her father had once told her.
She was the emperor, a figure who gave all the citizens of the empire peace of mind.
She was the ruler of a nation, and also the most resilient wall of the empire.
As long as she is there, no threat will be allowed to infringe upon the empire in the slightest.
"I understand, Father."
Aurelion bowed deeply to the magnificent throne before her.
This is not the bowing of an emperor.
Rather, it is a promise made by the current emperor to the previous emperor.
Even without people's faith, they should step forward and become humanity's most shining hope.
There was no reason, simply because she was the 'emperor'.
Immediately afterward, Aurelion seemed to realize something.
She took out a teardrop-shaped gem that shimmered with a bright blue color from her bosom.
Bathed in dappled sunlight, the gemstone seemed to contain a undulating ocean, dreamlike and enchanting.
Aurelion held the gem in both hands and gently placed it on the Throne of Heroes.
After that, she had no more regrets.
No longer obsessed with power, no longer obsessed with the summoning of heroic spirits.
I will no longer be obsessed with anyone.
Her eyes were clearer and more resolute than ever before.
Aurelion turned abruptly, her heavy royal robes tracing an elegant arc in the air, their sashes fluttering in the wind.
Facing the gentle breeze, she quickly left the palace.
Just as she was about to step out of the temple.
On the throne behind him, a white-haired youth finally emerged amidst the swirling starlight.
He wore a crown, had a robust physique, and his golden armor was covered in the marks of war.
In his hand, he held a deep blue, teardrop-shaped pendant.
The young man watched the departing emperor's back as a smile of satisfaction appeared on his face.
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