A thousand years ago, on Ares Planet.
Towering metal spires pierced the heavens, while enormous Energy Crystals embedded at their peaks shone as brilliantly as stars, bathing the entire Imperial Court in daylight.
All around the Imperial Court stood countless Ares Imperial Guards in standard-issue armor, weapons in hand. They stood solemnly like statues, radiating a suffocating air of killing intent.
At the center of the plaza stood a colossal Pyramid-shaped Altar, a thousand meters tall.
At the summit of the Altar floated an Empty Throne forged from countless rare metals and energy circuits.
At this moment, the space beneath the Altar was packed with people.
Every prominent nobility member, political leader, military authority, and interstellar envoy of the Ares Civilization had attended in formal attire. Their faces bore smiles, some sincere and some false, while their eyes brimmed with anticipation and reverence for the coming transfer of power.
A solemn, magnificent symphony resounded through the skies.
In the heavens, countless small aircraft adorned with ribbons flew in formation, trailing dazzling bands of light. The whole of Ares Planet was steeped in an atmosphere where festive fervor mingled with solemn reverence.
Because today—
Was the day King Piel would be crowned the supreme ruler of the Milky Way Galaxy and ascend the Empty Throne!
At the highest point of the Altar, King Piel wore a magnificent imperial robe embroidered with a galaxy pattern and studded with countless precious gems. He looked to be in his prime, handsome and imposing, with unconcealable triumph gleaming in his deep eyes.
He raised his chin slightly and looked down at the tiny beings below, as insignificant as ants. Boundless pride at having everything under his control surged in his heart!
How many years had it taken?
He had endured, plotted, made allies, and eliminated