The shadow upon the dragon throne finally gained physical form.
A bright yellow imperial robe enveloped a withered, lean body, and the features beneath the crown were blurred like mist, leaving only a pair of eyes glowing with the cold light of tempered iron—those were not human eyes at all, but countless tampered statutes churning within the pupils.
"You think you can change the rules?" The Holy Monarch's voice sounded like the friction of rusted chains, rattling the palace beams and pillars until dust fell in showers.
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