Azaron, who had been ready to kill Emperor Cyrvexis Lux Vanthelmor and Emperor Zolthemir Lux Vanthelmor at the same time as though they were not Emperors but mere commoners, could not help but pause in his tracks, his face twisting into a deep frown as he stood rooted on the spot, the killing intent that once radiated from him momentarily halted by something far more binding than power.
He did not know what to do; on one hand, he had given the order to wipe out the Imperial family, and he knew that would take days, after all, Emperor Zolthemir Lux Vanthelmor was merely a child amongst the true protectors of the Imperial family. He had expected them to come when he killed Zolthemir Lux Vanthelmor, for he had wanted to remind the world why he, Azaron, was the Primarch and a father, a being whose wrath could not be provoked without consequence.
