The divine emperor sat in silence, as if the weight of the world resting on his shoulders like a heavy cloak. He leaned back in his chair with a deep sigh, his gaze fixed on the mirror before him. In that glass, he saw the reflection of a man haunted by choices.
Xiang Yu had imprisoned his father for far too long, and now the demon lord's soul lay in tatters. Bits and pieces, torn and scattered, yet somehow, it was better than before. At least now, the demon could speak. The words were slow and laboured like molasses struggling to escape a jar.
But something gnawed at the divine emperor's mind, sharper than a fox's tooth. This damage was not simply the cruel work of years spent in this mirror. It was more than that. Shadows whispered of a more sinister force that had twisted the demon lord's essence. He needed answers.
