Among the Radiant Expedition, Oswald's breath hitched. "That's not my father!" he whispered in horror.
Though the figure bore an uncanny resemblance to the emperor, Oswald knew without a doubt that it was not him.
The god, now inhabiting the emperor's body, raised its head and took a deep breath, relishing the cold, mist-laden air.
"Ah, how delightful it is to inhabit a human body," it murmured, its voice resonating deeply.
The sound alone was enough to drive ordinary men to madness and death.
With a predatory smile, the god surveyed its surroundings, its gaze brimming with greed.
The Radiant Expedition stood frozen, their nerves taut as they faced the overwhelming presence. Among them, an aged paladin's trembling voice broke the silence.
"A true otherworldly god… it has descended," he whispered, his hand shaking as it gripped his sword.
A younger paladin beside him replied with a mix of fear and defiance.
