Capítulo 61: What Do You Mean?

Today, in the heart of the Celestian Empire, the grand throne room hummed with a quiet tension.

Today, the Emperor's seat was not occupied by its usual figure.

Instead, a strikingly handsome young man sat upon the throne, his presence commanding attention.

Draped in an azure daoist robe, intricate silver embroidery glimmered on his chest, where a finely crafted sword emblem rested, symbolizing power and authority.

Beside the throne, another seat, almost as opulent as the emperor's own, had been placed.

In it sat a second young man, his bearing equally dignified, clad in a similar robe, the mirror of his companion.

Together, the two figures radiated a quiet, unspoken dominance that filled the room.

Before them, at the foot of the raised dais, stood the Emperor himself, his eyes fixed upon the two young men. His gilded robes, once a symbol of unmatched authority, now seemed to hang heavily upon his shoulders.