Emperor's Reckoning

"Woah look! Someone is coming out!" exclaimed one of the cultivators that were on standby.

"T-That's!"

Barefoot stepped out of the vortex with his head held high. His iconic sarong was fluttering and took the shut out of the onlooker's mouth. Silence but courted all of their attention. The smirk on his face was loathed by some but loved by most.

Woman of auburn hair. The supreme idol of female cultivators was on his arms. There was only one man in the Mortal World that could hold her like that.

The youth that overturned the might of Treas and now, he had come out of the expedition that was deemed impossible to be completed out without losses with a smirk on his face. Arrogance or confidence, the two words mingled when it was time to describe him.

No one dare to utter a word as swallowing them back inside their throat was their only option. The young man was deemed the most dangerous even among the three Great Families of the Mortal World, one slip up might end their entire career as a cultivator.

His bearing was like any ordinary youth but their view of him was that as a god. Capable of turning storm with a flip of his hand. Creating turmoil and having the power over life and death.

Lyon was quickly followed by the Empress's parents. Avalanche Fist Jin and his wife, Priscila. The circumstance surrounding the Treas family related to Lyon was still ambiguous for the onlookers but the full story of their endeavor would be later revealed by the passing facts from one's ears to another.

Then, the three generals appeared. The ones that struck shivers to their spine. The limit of their power was still unknown and to say that these three could be brought down the entire heaven was not exaggerating.

"Ehmm..."

Lyon raised his eyebrows before seeing the injured woman in his arms snuggling and closing her eyes. (She is sleeping!) thought Lyon. Though her back was devastated, she was sleeping like a baby.

He smiled wryly before he jumped on top of the giant bird. The rest of his group followed suit before the giant avian took flight with a screech.

"Are you sure to leave Garuda and the others there?" asked Jin as he slightly tugged her wife's sleeves.

"The Remnants had been dealt with swiftly. The place is nothing but a graveyard without ghosts, who knows, maybe they might find some breakthrough there. But that's not important Jin!" said Priscila as she nibbled her thumb.

"O-Okay, no need to be mad jeez," said Jin. "Is something bothering you? I might have the answer?"

Priscila furrowed her eyebrows against the back of the youth that carried her daughter. (It's confusing. I have it at the tip of my tongue but why?! If my daughter is truly the reincarnation of War Maiden, then... why can't I recall any Lyon Torga?) thought Priscila. (Who really are you...)

"Oi oi, no need to cry over it," commented Jin before he took out a napkin and wiped the tears away out of her cheeks.

"Eh?" her eyes opened wide.

"Are you in that time of the month?" asked Jin seeing the unstable emotion that her wife had. "You want some food."

Her ears heard what his husband had said but her focus was on something else. (Why would I shed a tear?) thought Priscila.

Meanwhile at the back of the house on top of the giant bird. Three unlikely mythical figures were having a little gathering of their own.

"Little brother, Bapho!" said Sun before he patted the mini black goat. "It's good to see you again!"

"Haha! It's good to see you guys well, looks like you guys' luck is bigger than mine like always," said the Calamity Goat.

"It's good to have you join us Bapho, I would have been driven insane being with this drunk monkey!"

*Bump!

Sun immediately pushed his forehead against Shen's forehead. "What was that catfish? You want to fight? I'll pull your whiskers out!"

"Hah, by all means if you got the strength! I would look younger anyway!" said Shen shamelessly.

(Lyon must have it tough with these two accompanying him) thought Bapho as he smiled wryly.

(But I'm glad, to see you alive and well. Breathing in vigor, my grandson) thought Bapho as he looked at the young man's wide back.

"However, it's really wild back then, I never thought that you had that much power stored in you. I guess the Seven Horns really is a special one in a millionth thing, huh?" muttered Sun before he drank wine from his little gourd.

"It's true, your power back then, ah... sorry for bringing up bad memories," said Shen as he bowed.

"No need big brothers, haha! I'm actually flattered by your acknowledgment," the goat smiled. "This is nothing... really. Nothing."

His gray eyes turned a little bit sorrowful as he remembered the time where he found Lyon laying lifeless. The horror still haunted him down and the madness that he felt still lingered till this day.

"Don't be so modest, your Calamity Art is devastating! Not to mention, you summoned the Seventh Calamity then," said Sun as he dangled his gourd.

"Coming from you then it must be powerful," said Bapho.

Sun smirked at his modesty.

"I really want to test my True Dragon art with you in that place before but you always pass on the thought and find an excuse," muttered Shen with a sarcastic tone.

"Hahaha, my arts are truly inferior against yours, big brother Shen," the goat humbly said.

(I doubt that) thought Shen as he looked at his younger brother.

The black goat looked over the edge and saw the sea below. His eyes were mellow despite the horizontal-slit shape. The two older brothers could only guess what he was thinking but they doubt it would be accurate. The goat mostly distant himself from the crowd, always looking at the scenery at his own leisure. Calamity might be in the name of his race, but Bapho was as chill as the wind itself.