The Guardian's core dispersed into particles, vanishing without a trace.
Michael let out an internal sigh. He had been worried that the tower would require each Lord to present a core individually. Which would have caused quite the headache.
Fortunately, his worries had been unfounded.
With him at the front, the squad stepped inside the structure.
Francesca was positioned at the very back, Michael's words still burning in her mind.
Having served the Emperor for so long, she had been preconditioned to believe he was invincible and would remain so forever. Almost like the laws of the universe, which would have been foolish to deny.
Only now did Francesca begin to grasp how ignorant she had been all this time.
Blindly trusting humanity's ruler to the point it could be considered obsession could only end badly for her in the long term.
