"What should I do?"
"...It's simple. Think of your people, think of your empire, then release your Psionics Power."
Xi Yan closed his eyes and meditated.
Upon the lofty, solitary Golden Throne, an unprecedented surge of power rose.
Xi Yan thought of his empire, the empire to which he had devoted eighty years of his life.
Eighty years. He had worked for eighty years, and he would keep going!
He loved his empire deeply-not any individual, but the very concept of the "empire."
To this end, all our citizens, all our efforts, exist to make the empire stronger. We humans have a sacred mission. We will rule the entire Sea of Stars, and our glory will be to bring about the great unity of the whole universe.
Psionics Power—this mysterious, mighty force—arose from his heart and rapidly spread throughout the Ring World.
The residents of the Ring World gathered together. Led by the Psionics Users, they all felt that gentle yet immense psychic power.
Then, as though their minds were linked, the Psionics Users sang in unison.
The great Supreme King.
The great empire.
Humanity's glory, humanity's mission, eternal submission, all for the Supreme King!
Amid the failures of natural evolution, the Supreme King brought ascension!
In a universe beset by danger, the Supreme King preserved our lives!
Amid the whispers of the uncanny Shroud, the Supreme King guarded our souls!
Eternal machines, sacred humanity, noble souls. The Supreme King brought salvation!
Turn the frail,
The finite,
The base,
Into something great.
We heard the echoes of the Shroud; evil creatures coveted us!
We saw the dark universe; vile enemies oppressed us!
We gazed into the lightless abyss; ancient threats constrained us!
Who would save humanity?
Who would bring humanity hope?
The sacred incarnation, the eternal Supreme King!
The leader