Blood ran from the corner of the Emperor's mouth. His robes burned.
But he laughed.
Then his form began to change.
Golden-black runes spiraled around him, his skin flaking away to reveal something far more ancient underneath.
"You are strong," the Emperor said. "Then let me honor you… by becoming what I was before I was Emperor."
He began to show his true power.
The world screamed.
As the Emperor's mortal guise crumbled, reality itself began to bend in reverence—or fear.
The golden-black runes spiraling across his body glowed with Primordial Authority. They weren't just sigils. They were names—ancient concepts that predated existence: Authority, Law, Empire, Memory, Divinity, and Death... all written in a tongue that only truth could speak.
