Inside the front hall, Sayeto, who was at the very front, had already reached the inner corridor. She soon entered the central hall and looked toward the raised platform in its deepest part. The Black Throne stood upon it.
Su Xiao and the others also entered the central hall. Although he could not become the new king, his status in the Empire naturally qualified him to witness the new king's ascension.
Sayeto continued forward step by step. Yet, whether it was merely her imagination or not, she felt the crown on her head growing colder and colder, until it made the skin on her forehead sting faintly.
Fifteen meters, ten meters, eight meters.
When Sayeto was only eight meters from the Black Throne, she stopped. Looking down at her hands, she saw that they... were trembling involuntarily.
I can't sit on it. Otherwise, everything will be over.
The thought appeared in Sayeto's mind and refused to leave. She looked at Su Xiao again. He extended one hand and gestured for her to proceed.
"Outdated concepts need to be broken. The Ritual is no exception."
Sayeto turned around, her back facing the Black Throne. The five officials before her were all stunned, unable to understand why she had said that.
"The Ritual cannot be abolished!"
The old mystic spoke in a deep voice, and his eyes seemed to be filled with black mist.
"No. The Ritual isn't important. I am... already the Black King!"
Sayeto's tone was firm. She was not stupid, and she had sensed that there was something wrong with the throne.
"Guards..."
Sayeto shouted, but no soldiers rushed into the hall.
In the front hall, Zoss sat atop more than a dozen corpses, while hundreds of black-and-blue crows circled through the air.
"What a cushy job. Tsk, tsk,