บท 204: Rewriting History By Realizing The Fantasy

"Yes," Linsley interrupted. His white flux erupted around him, shimmering with overwhelming intensity as he raised a hand.

The air itself seemed to distort as his Real Fantasy gift activated, its power resonating across the Valora Continent.

Aurielle added with an almost matter-of-fact shrug, "And don't forget to fantasize away those pesky issues like rebellions, imperial bloodline disputes, or anyone doubting your rule. Oh, and rewrite the history books. Make it so the Emperor's ancestors stole the throne from your oh-so-noble bloodline."

Linsley smirked faintly. "Already accounted for."

The world around them began to shift.

A golden, translucent wave of flux radiated outward, spreading across the Astral Dominion and beyond.

The battlefield dissolved, replaced by a vision of imperial grandeur—banners bearing Linsley's insignia flying high, soldiers kneeling in unwavering loyalty, and the Emperor's visage wiped from history entirely.