That barely perceptible light was the Emperor's lingering consciousness.
The Master of Mankind was still holding fast, resisting the Dark King, not yet fallen completely into the Abyss of Chaos.
Not long ago, his lingering consciousness had awakened under the influence of the Authority of Hope and begun watching the entire battlefield.
"I really didn't misjudge him. That boy is humanity's true guide, its savior.
"He has done better than I ever did. He can lead humanity toward true prosperity!"
The Emperor's lingering consciousness watched the struggle upon the Throne, unable to suppress a trace of excitement and relief.
The Savior had pinned down the Dark Emperor with formidable strength, holding back that Abominable Fetus to prevent the birth of the Dark King.
Though that boy's methods were somewhat violent—publicly beating the Dark Emperor formed from his bones and shattering his majesty on a massive scale.
But he did not care.
In the Emperor's eyes, this was a good thing. Perhaps from now on, no one would ever again regard him as an all-knowing, all-powerful, inviolable god.
Then he would no longer have to keep bearing that terrifying pressure of faith.
The Emperor even felt somewhat guilty. This was equivalent to that boy Ron taking the initiative to bear that immense pressure of faith for him.
He had been unable to suppress the darkness, forcing that boy onto the no-return path of becoming a god.
"Perhaps this is destiny.
"One day, that boy will be like me, inevitably falling into the endless Abyss. No one can escape the rules of the Warp."
The Emperor's voice was filled with worry.
If possible, he would rather have the Savior kill him than let this future hope of humanity set foot on this path.
Unfortunately, that was simply impossible. He could no longer