The Great Descent of Void Power

Purple-black tentacles reached out from the throne and clung to the man. The Onmyoji walked behind him, extending the sword fingers of his right hand and holding them straight an inch behind the man's head. Illusory red flames danced and burned at his fingertips, radiating the will of the strongest and most steadfast among mortals.

A profound and vast aura rose from the Onmyoji, and his voice became stern as thunder: "This is a great transformation unseen since time immemorial. Only those of great courage, great sincerity, and great perseverance can bear this heavy responsibility. Whether our Yamato People perish or soar depends entirely on this moment. His Majesty, we subjects entrust the nation's fate, future, and hope entirely into Your Majesty's hands. May Your Majesty shoulder the realm and keep all under heaven in mind!"

The man on the throne spoke with ringing force, his voice shaking the cosmos. "I am Emperor. I shall carve out a territory for ten thousand generations, so that my Yamato People will never again have to survive in humiliation within the cracks!"

"Then everything is entrusted to Your Majesty." The Onmyoji's expression was solemn. The flame at his fingertips blazed fiercely as he pushed his fingers forward, doing everything he could to help the man on the throne stabilize his consciousness.

The three fissures shifting within the man's eyes suddenly swelled wide.

With a boom, the purple waters beneath the throne suddenly surged in violent waves. Torrents crashed outward in every direction, as though an immense source of pressure centered on the throne were forcing everything away.

The man on the throne immediately clenched the armrests, his face twisted in agony and struggle. The fissures in his eyes continuously expanded, seemingly trying to occupy every inch within his eye sockets. At the same