The Northern Expedition was in full swing, but the Night Empire itself was far from peaceful.
There was no other reason: His Majesty the Eternal Night Divine Emperor was finally about to break out of his shell!
Warm congratulations to Divine Emperor Sarodal on officially advancing from fetus to newborn infant!
Well, to be precise, he had skipped straight from fetus to adult.
From now on, His Majesty the Divine Emperor could no longer shamelessly claim everywhere that he was still a baby, and the Night Elves could finally say with confidence that their ruler was an adult.
"Shut up! Stop making noise! I don't live off faith power, so even if all of you pray together, it'll be completely useless! I'm breaking out of this shell through my own efforts, okay?!"
Having returned to his true body and prepared to begin the great undertaking of breaking his shell, His Majesty the Divine Emperor issued a mental decree.
The Night Elves were stunned for a moment, then shrugged and went back to whatever they had been doing.
Well, if there was no need for prayers or ceremonies, then they might as well disperse.
As for whether His Majesty the Divine Emperor could successfully break his shell, not a single person in the Empire was worried.
Could an old rogue who had dominated the world for countless years really fail here? What a joke!
Thus, feeling neglected, His Majesty the Divine Emperor began grumbling again.
"Hey, hey, do you people even have a conscience? I'm about to be born! And you're all this calm? At least give me some reaction!"
"Oh, fine, it's our fault. Ah, amazing, so impressive, Sarodal. You are our pride, the Empire's pearl, yay... Is that enough? If it is, I'm going back to work. I still