Lyon's consciousness emerged from the shadows of slumber, guided by the gentle caress of an otherworldly fragrance that seemed to weave its magic into the very air he breathed. Each inhale bore the essence of tranquility, a balm to his weary soul. As his eyes fluttered open, the world revealed itself in hues of celestial serenity.
Above him, a masterpiece of clouds adorned the ceiling, an intricate dance of light and shadow, a celestial tapestry that bespoke a realm of regal opulence. The air was pure, absent of the earthly remnants of battle, and the atmosphere resonated with a subtle elegance. The bed beneath him cradled him in luxurious softness, its linens rivaling the touch of the finest silk.
His gaze wandered across the room, a sanctuary of refined beauty. No speck of dust dared to mar the perfection of the space. Furnishings of regal craftsmanship adorned the surroundings, each piece a testament to the artistic grandeur of the realm he now found himself in. Lyon, draped in attire of unparalleled quality, felt the brush of linen against his skin, a garment that mirrored the sophistication of his surroundings, with a deep V exposing a fraction of his chest.
As Lyon absorbed the magnificence around him, the realization dawned that he had been transported to a realm of extraordinary splendor, a place where even the details spoke of a world-class elegance. The journey from battle-ravaged Fourth Hell to this celestial abode left him in awe, immersed in an environment that whispered of both comfort and majesty.
Lyon's breath, though steadying, still bore the weight of recent exertion, a tangible reminder of the colossal magical endeavor that had unfolded. The grandeur of the spell, the Celestial Magic that had summoned the meteoric force, left its mark not only on the landscape of Fourth Hell but also on Lyon's very essence. The toll of wielding such immense power echoed in the cadence of his breath, a testament to the formidable nature of the undertaking.
Each inhale and exhale seemed to carry the resonance of celestial energies, the aftermath of a spell that transcended mortal boundaries. Lyon, despite his strength and mastery over magic, acknowledged the strain imposed upon him by the scale of the magical feat. The burden of channeling and directing forces on a cosmic scale lingered in the air he now breathed, a reminder that even for a Zodiac Emperor, such feats came at a cost.
Lyon's gaze wandered across the luxurious chamber, taking in the regal tapestries and the pristine linen that adorned him. The room exuded an air of elegance that felt alien, a stark contrast to the battleground he had left behind. As he traced the intricate patterns of the tapestry with his eyes, his thoughts echoed in the solitude of his mind.
"I never thought my journey would bring me to a place like this," he mused, his voice a soft undertone to the stillness of the room. "From the chaotic realms and fierce battles to the calm embrace of luxury, the shift is almost surreal."
Lyon stepped onto the balcony, the cool breeze playing with strands of his hair as he gazed out over the expansive city sprawled before him. The grandeur of the scene unfolded like a masterpiece, every building a stroke of intricate beauty. His lips parted in silent awe, a quiet gasp escaping as the breathtaking panorama unfolded.
The city stretched out in a harmonious blend of architectural wonders, each structure telling a tale of craftsmanship and design. Towers adorned with ethereal spires reached for the heavens, their tips almost brushing against the cerulean sky. The streets below were a bustling tapestry of life, people weaving through the thoroughfares like ants in a carefully choreographed dance.
"It's incredible," Lyon whispered, his voice barely audible over the soft rustle of the wind. The city seemed to breathe, each pulse resonating with the heartbeat of a thriving civilization. His eyes traced the patterns of the streets, the gardens nestled between structures, and the distant mountains that cradled the metropolis in a protective embrace.
Lyon turned around at the sound of the voice, his brows furrowing as he tried to reconcile the familiarity with the face before him. The room, bathed in the soft glow of ambient light, held an air of regality that seemed to suit the elven emperor.
"I never thought that I would see the day, seeing you standing and breathing again," the voice continued.
Lyon's eyes squinted slightly, a puzzled expression crossing his features. He faced Elandril, uncertainty in his gaze as if grappling with the echoes of a distant memory. "Who are you?" Lyon inquired, his voice carrying a note of confusion.
Elandril sighed, a mixture of sadness and understanding in his eyes. "I'm Elandril, the Elven Emperor of the Eldora Empire. I am your friend, well... back then at least, before you... died."
The revelation hung in the air, a weighty acknowledgment of a past that Lyon struggled to recall. The room, once a haven of luxury, now seemed to echo the unspoken history between the two emperors.
The revelation hung in the air, a weighty acknowledgment of a past that Lyon struggled to recall. The room, once a haven of luxury, now seemed to echo the unspoken history between the two emperors.
"Come here, give me a hug," Elandril invited warmly, opening his arms in a gesture of familiarity.
"No," Lyon responded firmly, confusion etching his features. "Where are my wives, my companions?"
Elandril's expression shifted, a nuanced blend of understanding and consideration. "They're safe, Lyon. Selena, Cecile, Kesya, and Karina are well. They're being attended to in Eldora. You were the priority when you arrived here. Rest assured, Lyon, your loved ones are in good hands."
Lyon's tension eased slightly, his worry mitigated by Elandril's reassurance. The enigma of his past mingled with the uncertainties of the present, casting a shadow over the clarity he sought.
"With Rakumtatak as well," Elandril casually mentioned.
"What?!" Lyon shot daggers with his eyes toward Elandril. "What are you doing!?"
"Calm down," said Elandril, attempting to ease Lyon's emotions. "He is merrily dining right now. There is no reason for hostility. Rakumtatak never wanted to kill you. This loss of memories of yours is quite troublesome."
"What?! What do you mean he never wanted to kill me? Don't you see what he did?!" asked Lyon.
"Don't you see what you did?" asked Elandril, crossing his arms and raising his brows.
"But it was because of what he did?!" exclaimed Lyon.
"Relax, Lyon," a silvery voice of a woman entered. It was a beautiful woman standing by Elandril's side— Iris.
Lyon was taken aback the moment he saw her. The memories flashed like an ethereal montage. Iris, a figure from his past, someone he had known intimately. His gaze softened, tinged with nostalgia and curiosity.
"I never thought that you would come," said Elandril.
"Seeing the heated discussion between you two, I need to step in," Iris sighed.
"Iris..?" Lyon asked, his brows furrowing in confusion.
"Oh really? You remember her and not me?" said Elandril as he rolled his eyes, feigning offense.
Iris stepped forward, her eyes gentle but hiding a depth of experience. "It's been a long time, Lyon. A lot has changed."
Lyon, still grappling with fragmented memories, couldn't help but feel a twinge of connection with Iris. The meeting with familiar faces in an unfamiliar setting stirred a whirlwind of emotions within him.
Amidst the complexities of memory and identity, Lyon's stomach made its presence known with a low, rumbling declaration of hunger.
Elandril chuckled, "Well, I suppose the first order of business is to fill that empty stomach of yours. We can discuss matters over a meal."
Iris added with a warm smile, "Food has a way of bringing comfort and clarity. Let's head to the dining hall."
As Lyon followed them, his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, and his stomach echoed its own desires.
As Lyon entered the dining hall, the lively scene before him almost defied the gravity of recent events. Rakumtatak, with an exuberant spirit, was engrossed in a feast fit for emperors. The sound of hearty laughter and clinking utensils filled the air, creating an atmosphere that seemed incongruous with the battles Lyon had just endured.
Rakumtatak, catching sight of Lyon, bellowed with genuine joy, "Lyon, my friend! Join us! There's a seat right here for you!" The orc emperor gestured enthusiastically, his eyes gleaming with camaraderie.
Lyon's gaze swept across the familiar faces of Rui, Shen, Bapho, Minx, and Sun. However, his eyes widened in disbelief when he saw another figure among them.
lightsΝοvel The figure turned, then smiled, "Little Lyon."
Lyon's pupils shrunk and his eyes widened along with his lips.
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