Emperor's Reckoning

They were certainly outnumbered Lyon's group and their yellow eyes glared as if they wanted to make mince out of them. However, their attention was particularly landed on the hundred clones that Lyon made with Sun's power.

Lyon stood unfazed despite the ridiculous power of the Remnants in front of him. He felt a hint of a connection between them but he certainly knew it was not that of camaraderie.

"I don't know why but it seems like they are really eager to kill me in particular," muttered Lyon as the real him was the only one with four golden tails. The Devil Ape transformation was truly mesmerizing as the golden shimmer glowed in the center of darkness.

Cecile smiled, "We indeed have some history with them."

"Must be a bad one," said Lyon with a smile as he shook his head.

The glaring killing intent was maddening for the common cultivators. However, these two felt nothing at all even though they blatantly showed it upfront.

"Pull your clones off, Graham and Kesya will handle the rest," said Cecile. "We need to get over the hills, it might astonish you."

"Wha— they are already done?" muttered Lyon before Graham made the initial contact against the swarm in front of him.

"Alright then," said Lyon amazed before with a snap of his finger the clones poofed themselves into a cloud of smoke.

Cecile canceled her transformation before grabbing Lyon's hands. The latter was surprised by the gesture before he canceled his transformation as the couple walked up the hill.

Whilst Graham and Kesya wreck havoc behind them. They slowly walked up the black grassy hills.

Lyon gulped. He was nervous at what to be expected beyond the hill. Though he had ventured into the Mortal World much, he still knew nothing about it.

His heart thumped as he looked up. The steps felt heavier than usual but Cecile was firm as she walked without fazing.

Slowly but surely, the view was getting clearer and clearer. His eyes widened up, stretched as his pupils reflected the landscape that he was viewing. Taking the last step, he stood at the peak of the hill. He made a harsh swallow before his mouth slightly gaped.

It was a wasteland with a lot of destroyed boulders. Multiple unruly craters of varying sizes were present. The very land was uneven as shifted lands could be noticed in plain sight. Even the black grass didn't grow in these parts.

Helmets, arrows, and armors were laid bare on the ground. None of them stood in perfect condition but the material that they were made off was unidentified in the current market.

Fissures of slit space were present as the chaotic spatial storm ever licked its way. Nature had failed to recuperate. However, all of it seemed naught as Lyon looked straight against one humongous cracked boulder that was the size of half a mountain.

He squinted his eyes and could make out a hint of a line. A shape that was familiar from the Remnants of golems.

"Eternal... Golem..." muttered Lyon as he furrowed his eyebrows. He didn't have to think twice nor question it. He knew the name just with a glance of his eyes. Unbeknownst to him, his hand was making a crackle as his fingers buried into his palms.

Deep hatred was glinting in his eyes as he looked at the humongous head.

Meanwhile, Priscila felt the same tension as Lyon when he walked up the hill. Whether be it true or not that her daughter was the War Maiden from the story will be revealed once she found the place where the grand battle took place.

She stood at the top of the hill along with the rest of the party. Cecile looked over at her mother before pointing at the giant head with her index finger.

"Mother, that is the head of the Eternal Golem."

Priscila's mouth gaped as the shivering cold crept up her spine. She looked at the humongous head of the golem. She made a harsh swallow in her futile attempt to regain her wits and composure.

Her pupils slowly moved to her daughter's smile. She suddenly reminisced of how Cecile grow up in her arms. Breathing her weak heart as she held it in her embrace. The auburn hair first startled her as none of them had that color of hair nor do anyone they knew at that matter.

"No matter what, you are still my mother," said Cecile as she brought out the truth.

Priscila's sour heart couldn't take it anymore as crystal clear of her tears made her shake her head as she reached out her daughter to her embrace. Cecile naturally obliged.

It was the truth. Cecile was the War Maiden. Only the War Maiden and those involved in the grand battle of the story would know the place where the battle took place.

"What the hell, did I miss something?" muttered Jin dejectedly as he saw the mother and daughter bonds in an unlikely place.

Priscilla looked at her daughter with tears in her eyes. She touched both of her cheeks and was mesmerized by the beauty that came out of her womb. "You are the War Maiden and you are... forever my daughter."

"En," Cecile nodded before she hugged her mother.

The serene scene was worth a painting. The tall woman, the actual War Maiden, shed a tear for someone other than her husband for the first time.

Lyon let out a sigh. He still had not yet known the reason for his erupting flare of emotion. He looked at both of his palms before letting another sigh.

(Those helmets, arrows, armors, broken swords... It must have not come from the Golem race) thought Lyon.

He turned around and found Cecile and her mother embracing each other. A mother to her daughter. His flaring emotion dimmed down seeing the two of them but his eyes soon turned sharp.

"TOOOORRRRGAAAA!!!!"

Everyone immediately froze hearing the eardrum-bursting shout that reverberated through the entire place.