*WHIISSSSSH——!*
The heavy iron doors of the containment cell deep within the Emperor's medical wards hissed open.
*SLAM!*
Roxy punched the blast-resistant glass wall. She roared with a fury that bared her fangs:
"This piece of trash! He's been completely stabilized, but he refuses to speak to us! He dares to dictate terms and demands an audience with you personally, My Lord?! Let me inside so I can rip off his limbs one by one until he talks!"
The Emperor stood directly behind her, as silent and immovable as a mountain.
He did not even glance at her. He raised his hand with agonizing slowness, pointing a single finger toward the corridor.
"Get out."
Roxy swallowed her volcanic rage in a fraction of a second. She bowed and withdrew in absolute silence, leaving the Emperor alone outside the interrogation room.
*CLAAAAANG!*
The heavy blast door sealed shut behind the Emperor.
The chamber was freezing. Its walls were forged from solid steel. And in the dead center... sat the mysterious man identified as "Mirai Altair."
He was bound by Aether shackles designed to completely paralyze any energy output. His chassis, tightly wrapped in advanced medical bandages, trembled with a slow, agonizing rhythm. He raised his head with immense effort. His pitch-black eyes, entirely devoid of sclera, locked directly onto the Emperor's golden gaze.
The Emperor dragged a metallic chair back and sat directly in front of him.
He crossed one leg over his thigh with terrifying, tyrannical authority, interlacing his fingers.
"I stood before my harem... and I officially endorsed your narrative."
The Emperor spoke in a low, rumbling voice that caused the very air in the room to vibrate.
"You stated in the war room that your siblings ripped the Earth apart, murdered their mothers... and then assassinated me."
The Emperor paused for a microsecond. His eyes drilled into the core of Altair's soul.
"Therefore, do not repeat data I have already computed. I did not come here to listen to a dramatic tragedy. I am here to learn the 'how.' Give me the exact tactical details. How did they divide the planet? And what are the parameters of their territories?"
*Cough... Cough!*
Altair coughed, spitting a glob of blue blood onto the pristine white floorboards. He took ragged, shallow breaths, nodding his head with weak obedience.
"As you command... Father."
Mirai Altair spoke. His voice was hoarse, shattered, dripping with pure agony and cosmic despair:
"My eight siblings coveted your throne. The absolute second they matured, they mutated Earth into a graveyard of civil wars. Each of them carved out a massive sector of the blue planet, forging their own individual empires through iron and blood..."
*(And here, the narrator's perspective transitions, visualizing Altair's words as a cinematic reel projecting directly into the Emperor's mind)*
"**The First: The Crown Prince, Caesar... Son of Veronica.**"
The image of Central Europe materialized. The sky was a suffocating, blood-red canopy. Industrial military complexes spewed an endless torrent of toxic black smoke.
"Caesar seized absolute control over the entire European continent. He transfigured it into the 'Great Fascist Empire of Rome.' His primary strategic objective was the total subjugation of the Mediterranean basin, utilizing it as the staging ground to swallow his siblings' territories."
Altair paused to gasp for air, then continued:
"To Caesar, standard nuclear warheads were merely pathetic 'appetizers.' He engineered and deployed 'Electromagnetic Missiles' capable of erasing entire metropolitan zones from existence in a matter of seconds. He ruled his empire with an iron fist and apocalyptic fire, instantly executing anyone who harbored even a single atom of courage to oppose him."
Altair raised his pitch-black eyes:
"He proudly branded his chest with a single title: **'The Supreme Tyrant.'** He possessed the power, the glory, and the ultimate military arsenal... However, his sole tactical vulnerability was 'Capital' to fund his endless, ever-expanding wars."
---
"**The Second: Dante... Son of Isabella.**"
The cinematic projection in Altair's mind shifted. Countless skyscrapers piercing the clouds, blinding neon lights, and oceans of prostitutes flooded the territory formerly known as the 'United States of America.'
"Unlike Caesar, Dante cared nothing for missiles or open warfare... In complete contrast, he was fanatically obsessed with hoarding wealth, not spending it. He constructed the largest entertainment and prostitution empire on the entire planet."
Altair's voice trembled with sheer disgust:
"He mutated his empire into a colossal financial nexus. He hijacked absolute control over the banks, the stock markets, and both physical and cryptocurrency circulation worldwide! He dedicated his resources to forging the most powerful media empire in history. His depraved parties and lusts recognized zero boundaries. He purchased human souls for less than the price of dirt, ensuring the entire planet became violently addicted to his product."
---
"**The Third: Lilith... Daughter of Camille.**"
Here, Altair's voice dropped to a terrified whisper.
The dense, suffocating canopy of the Amazon rainforest. Shadows slithering completely unnoticed. Malicious giggles reeking of blood and betrayal echoing from every conceivable angle.
"The Empress of the Amazon... deranged, malicious, and manipulative on a scale that defies human comprehension."
Altair stared directly into the Emperor's eyes. He added with a shattered voice:
"She... she is the one who orchestrated your assassination, Father."
The Emperor's features did not flinch. But a bloody, sadistic, and terrifyingly dark smile crept across his lips.
*Camille's daughter... hah? She utilized deception to trap the supreme tyrant of the galaxy himself?...*
Altair continued, tears sliding down his scarred face:
"Yes! She successfully engineered a shadow alliance with several of my siblings. In the future, she lured you into an inescapable trap within an impossibly complex Paradox dimension, and dosed you with a lethal toxin for which no antidote exists in the entire Akasha..."
---
The Emperor remained entirely silent. His eyes were like freezing crimson ice.
"Continue."
"**The Fourth: Ryu... Son of Kaori.**"
The scene shifted to the Far East. The vast territories of China and Japan. Cybernetic skyscrapers aggressively intersected with ancient Shinto shrines, surrounded by endless fields of katanas embedded in the earth.
"The Emperor of Conservative Evolution. He forged a massive empire in the East. He attained a level of fantastical technological advancement completely unrivaled on the planet, backed by an army so colossal it defied all numerical logic... Yet, his absolute obsession was the founding of what he titled: **'The Holy Samurai Army.'**"
Altair coughed again, wiping his mouth with his dislocated shoulder:
"His army is the most technologically superior force in existence, dominating both ground and aerial combat! He engineered them specifically to act as the ultimate shield and sword against Caesar's missile arsenal. The discipline within his kingdom is radical and oppressive to the point of absolute tyranny; a single misstep guarantees your blood will be spilled by decapitation. Ryu's soldiers mutated into ruthless killing machines, living and dying solely for the fabricated 'Honor' he preaches!"
---
*Haaaah...*
Mirai Altair exhaled a heavy sigh. He leaned his back against the metallic chair, crushed by fatal exhaustion. The narration was aggressively draining what remained of his shattered soul.
"Those four... Caesar, Dante, Lilith, and Ryu... forged their empires upon the corpses, blood, and skulls of humanity. They turned the planet into an apocalyptic wasteland swarming with widows and orphans..."
Altair closed his pitch-black eyes. His lips trembled with pure terror.
"But... Father..."
He snapped his eyes open. He locked onto the Emperor with a stare that caused the very air in the steel room to freeze:
"Those four, despite their absolute atrocities, possessed ambitions that could at least be logically comprehended... But what the remaining four executed... Silas, Victor, Eris, and Malik... It is an aberration so grotesque it turns hair white and makes the skin crawl with horror..."