"...."
The air in the shattered hall was thick with tension, the weight of unspoken truths hanging between Rey and the Dragon Emperor, Kar'ba'diel.
The Emperor's golden eyes narrowed, his towering form casting an ominous shadow over the broken throne room.
For the first time in centuries, his voice carried a hint of desperation.
"Rey Skylar," Kar'ba'diel began, his tone measured but earnest. "You don't understand. I'm not what you think I am. I am not the true evil you seek to destroy. I am merely fulfilling my role—the ultimate villain in H'Trae's grand narrative. I am as much a puppet of the System as you are."
Rey didn't move, his crimson eyes locked onto the Emperor with a gaze that burned with unyielding determination.
Kar'ba'diel continued, his wings shifting slightly as if bracing for what he knew was inevitable.
