The situation was overturned immediately.


    Booooom!


    A huge explosion cracked the marble stage and kicked up a storm of dust and smoke. The High Priest was separated from the Third Prince, and before he knew it, the crown was no longer in his hands.


    "What is this?!" The Third Prince yelled angrily.


    He waved his hands to clear the smoke. It didn''t do much of anything, but the smoke did clear up on its own, revealing the ones who caused the sudden panic.


    "What do you think you''re doing without my permission?"


    A voice cut through everything.


    The panicked civilians immediately halted and turned to the stage. The ministers and vassals got up from their seats, growling, while the Third Prince fell back onto his rear and backed away.


    "N-no way…" he muttered, gritting his teeth.


    "Who let him out?! How did he get here?!"


    Regardless of the answer, it was already toote to stop anything.


    In his full glory, his body and mind healed back to their peak, was the Emperor himself, Kdyn Von Ataraxia.


    The citizens didn''t know how to react in the slightest. Everything happened within a matter of days, after all. The Emperor''s funeral had not even been scheduled yet, and here he was standing in front of them alive.


    Wasn''t he assassinated? Wasn''t the Second Prince guilty? Then, why did the Emperor and the Second Prince arrive here together to stop the coronation?


    Their minds were broken by the sudden influx of information, but to the people on the stage, they no longer mattered.


    The Third Prince''s own instincts that made him question everything werepletely suppressed. The one controlling his body was the one who screamed.


    There was no need to think about it or question anything.


    "Kill him!"


    The Emperor needed to die again so he could be returned to the Imperial Prison until the Soul-Searching Leeches arrived. The citizens'' opinions no longer mattered.


    There wasn''t a single sane person remaining on the stage. Upon the Third Prince''s order, everyone from the High Priest to the ministers revealed their killing intent.


    "They are merely being controlled, yes?" The Emperor asked.


    "Yes. Their conscious minds should still be hidden somewhere inside their bodies, as it has only been a few days at most since they were corrupted," Kade answered.


    Kdyn nodded.


    "Go. Do your part. I will handle things here."


    The entire capital was surrounded by the forces of the Dark Cult. As for those like Khan and his servants, they were not approaching. It seemed they had other matters to deal with while their subordinates took care of the Empire.


    As looked at the Emperor for a moment before running away and disappearing into the crowd. This time, he had to trust this body''s father.


    Kdyn didn''t stop to watch his son''s retreat. His eyes remained trained on Klyde despite the approaching enemies around him.


    "You…are you truly still inside?"


    He asked desperately, trying to find any trace of his son.


    However, the only response he received was a snarl and a re from eyes so red they no longer looked human.


    "Haa…"


    Kdyn sighed to himself.


    "It will all be clear in due time."


    For now, he had to put on a show.


    "Dark Cult bastards…"


    He raised his fists and allowed his aura to run free.


    "Allow me to remind you why I am the Emperor of this grand nation!"


    They called him the Sun. Perhaps it was a title given to all emperors, but for those in Ataraxia, it had a more literal meaning.


    Kdyn did not have a wood affinity to support his Wood Connection Physique. He instead had an affinity for the Dao of Fire.


    The world told him when he was young that his body was most suitable for studying the arts of alchemy, but he rejected that fate. The Emperor had to be a symbol of power. He would develop himself into exactly that.


    Now, after over a hundred years, he had be nothing short of a monster in the mortal world.


    Bang! Bang! Bang!


    Golden mes surrounded Kdyn''s body. He mmed his fist out three times, sending three separate officials crashing into the surrounding walls.


    "DARK CULT BASTARDS!"


    He roared it this time so even those on the outskirts of the capital could hear him.


    "ALL OF YOU WILL DIE TODAY!"


    The golden mes of the empire, the symbol of the Emperor himself. The moment they manifested into reality, themon poption regained their wits.


    Their Emperor was back.


    Which meant that everyone else on the stage was an enemy.


    They knew that they didn''t have the ability to help their Emperor in any meaningful way, so they did what they did best.


    They grabbed everything they could find around them, from fruits to rocks to random equipment, and threw them at the people on the stage with all of their power.


    It truly meant nothing. Enhanced by the power of the seed of darkness, the minions under the Third Prince''smand could not feel pain.


    However, their support meant the world to Kdyn.


    He had only been gone for some days, but his people mourned him greatly. They saw him return and felt emboldened enough to act against forces beyond their control.


    ''I cannot disappoint people who hold me in such high regard.''


    His aura was bolstered even further. He charged at the enemies instead of waiting for them to approach him.


    Bang! Bang! Bang!


    He was able to easily take down the first three because they had only recently transformed, but as the officials that Klyde corrupted long ago appeared, it became more difficult.


    A deep ck and purple energy oozed out of their bodies and shed against the pure golden energy of the Imperial Family. Those officials had been turned into beastly things with sharp teeth and ws that could tear through flesh like tofu.


    Kdyn took their attacks with his body and countered as best as he could, however, even he was restricted in some ways.


    ''I cannot allow that energy to reach the civilians.''


    That was his utmost priority. He also couldn''t kill anyone. These people were victims as well, after all.


    Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!


    Kdyn used the hand-to-handbat techniques of the empire, taking the force presented by his enemies and using it against them. The Holy Priest approached with his ws brandished, but his arm was swiftly grabbed and his own momentum was used to m him into the ground.


    Boom!


    Kdyn stomped on his back, knocking him unconscious. In the same movement, he turned his body to face the three new enemiesing towards him.


    ''Send as many as you want.'' He thought as he raised his fists once more.


    He would take as many as he needed to. As long as the people and the empire were protected, he was willing to do anything.


    His fists turned into weapons of mass destruction.


    No matter how strong they had be, it was all borrowed strength.


    They could not hold a candle against someone who spent decades refining himself.


    Under Klyde Von Ataraxia''s horrified gaze, his own father plowed through everything he considered his strength.


    As it found a crack in the invible web of darkness, light emerged and went from a spark to an explosion in a matter of seconds.


    This time, the Dark Cult''s ns would note to fruition.


    This time, the Empire would be saved.