Ectocollon, the Executioner of Fairness (Six)

It had not been long.

As Ectocollon spread his wings and soared.

He soon crossed an infinitely distant stretch of space and successfully arrived at the destination of his journey—the Imperial Palace.

Although it sounded like a building or a massive complex, and even ordinary people could observe it with their naked eyes from a distant place, this magnificent Imperial Palace was, in essence, something that existed between reality and fantasy—a wondrous entity that transcended common sense.

It was a great creation that transcended metaphysics.

Its visible form

was merely its most superficial aspect.

It was like the surface of an incomparably deep and boundless ocean.

Although it looked rather ordinary.

Dry and monotonous.

In truth, however, it was something that constantly changed.

There were countless changes occurring with every passing moment.

As for the deeper regions, even more things were hidden there—so many that no one knew their number.

In the perceptions of the various Transcendent Stage Awakened, and even those who possessed lower-level supernatural powers,

this Imperial Palace was less a solid object, a magnificent complex, or visible matter...

and more akin to some wondrous projection on the Mental level.

In their perceptions, even across an infinitely distant stretch of space, this place continuously radiated unimaginable light.

Strange radiance that surpassed limits, time, space, and common sense...

It was a color impossible to describe.

Even in dreams.

Within the thoughts of every lifeform,

the radiance from the Imperial Palace was often an eternal, unchanging thing.

Its existence ran through reality and fantasy.

Even within false, imagined worlds,

the radiance belonging to this place silently proclaimed everything.

It proclaimed that, in the final analysis, this world still belonged to the End Emperor.

It proclaimed that, before him, all resistance and so-called opposition were nothing more than the moon reflected