Holding the diary in her hands, Chloe glanced at Nora's head on her shoulder, then turned around. The two heads shouted in unison at the crowd behind them:
"Brethren of the Tribunal, follow me into the cathedral and slay the false emperor!"
Before her stood a hundred Banshees clad in golden armor—the final line of defense of Castel Cathedral.
Castel had ruled this continent for a full forty thousand years. The evil god Theus and his Banshee minions had thrown the entire world into chaos, but now, it would all come to an end.
The Fire Moth Organization's rebel army had finally stormed Castel Island!
The Banshees' forces were immensely powerful, but the rebels fought without fear of death, finally pushing the front line all the way to the Hall of Thrones.
Chloe rushed inside first and looked at the motionless Theus seated upon the throne.
"Tyant! Today is the day you die!"
A flash of silver light streaked through the air, and Theus's headless corpse slowly toppled from the throne. The crowd erupted in cheers, while the inquisitors praised Chloe's name one after another.
As Chloe waved to the people, she walked toward the throne.
"Haha, now the Tribunal... no, I am the ruler of this continent!"
As she spoke, she surveyed her surroundings.
But soon, her brows furrowed. Nora's head, growing from one side of her neck, was somehow... rather irritating to look at.
"Now that I am about to sit upon the Golden Throne, Nora, forgive me."
A flash of silver light streaked by. Chloe grabbed Nora's head, ignored the shock on her face, and kicked her out of the cathedral.
"Wonderful!"
Chloe laughed loudly as she sat upon the Golden Throne.
It felt cool to the touch, nothing particularly special. Chloe suddenly found it rather dull.