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Everyone's eyes were filled with expectation. They had long awaited the sight of the mark, though the true reason for their respect toward this ancient custom remained unclear. Aengus, however, understood the purpose of the mark and knew it would serve him well in the future.

Aengus did not disappoint.

He calmly raised his left hand, revealing a tattoo in the shape of a lion's head and a serpent's body, intricately designed with ancient symbols. The inscription read: "True Ruler of Kievan" in an ancient language.

Under the scrutinizing gaze of the Protectors of the Custom and the faction members, the mark seemed to come alive, glowing faintly as it expanded in size. They began to evaluate its authenticity, but the mark's powerful aura had already convinced them of its legitimacy at first glance.

The others, standing nearby, widened their eyes in awe, feeling the inspiring ancient energy radiating from the mark.

"So this is the Emperor's Mark? Amazing!" one man exclaimed in wonder.

"Brother, is the legend of the Emperor's Mark true? That the True Ruler is blessed with incredible luck?" a young woman asked.

"Yes, indeed. All the Emperors received incredible luck for their conquests against other empires. Emperor Dimitri also conquered hundreds of Life Worlds using it," the man explained.

"Hmph... Don't you see how Emperor Vansing is so useless in terms of luck and battle? He hasn't been able to conquer a single world or discover new ones for years. He is now a burden to the Empire. When will he understand that?" an old woman barked sharply.

"Yes, Grandma, you're right. It's been so long since we've heard our great Empire's name in other domains. We are barely resisting the onslaught of the other eight massive empires. When will we finally rise again?" another young man with long hair asked indignantly.

The faction leader, Hog, and the four ancient elders shared expressions of relief after completing the inspection of the Emperor's Mark.

"The True Emperor has arrived!" Faction Leader Hog announced loudly, his voice barely containing the suppressed power of a Nebula Dominator.

The hundreds of powerful individuals instantly knelt in respect, their blood boiling with excitement and newfound purpose.

"We have awaited your arrival for ages, my Emperor. With you, we hope to see a new age of glory for the Kievan Empire, as the Ancient Mark foretells. Please, lead us into this new era, Emperor Zytherion, the rightful ruler of Kievan," Hog declared, bowing halfway.

"Yes, yes! True Emperor, we will no longer accept the current regime in your presence!" shouted one of the younger warriors. "We want new hope—hope to fight, to conquer!"

"We want to see our Empire rise again by crushing those who have tormented us for far too long!" another elder exclaimed passionately.

The garden resonated with the fervent cries of the faction members, their loyalty and determination now fully ignited under Aengus, the True Emperor.

Aengus listened calmly as the members of the faction voiced their thoughts, their emotions ranging from awe to indignation. He let them express their frustrations and hopes, silently observing their unity despite their grievances.

When the voices subsided, Aengus stood up, his commanding presence silencing the gathering entirely. His dark, piercing eyes swept over them all, his aura exuding both authority and confidence.

Bella just stood his side, like one obedient Wife.

"I understand your frustrations and your yearning for the Empire's rise," he began, his voice steady but filled with a quiet power. "The Kievan Empire has stagnated for too long under weak and self-serving leadership. The legacy of my predecessor, Emperor Dimitri, has been tarnished, and the loyalty of devoted citizens like yourselves has gone unrewarded."

He raised his marked hand, the glowing tattoo radiating a subtle golden light. "This mark is not just a symbol of rulership; it is a promise. A promise that under my leadership, the Kievan Empire will rise again. We will not just resist the other Empires—we will conquer them. Together, we will usher in an age of prosperity and dominance like never before."

The crowd's silence broke into murmurs of agreement, their initial skepticism replaced by a growing excitement.

The elderly woman who had spoken harshly about Emperor Vansing nodded approvingly. "Your words have the weight of truth, young heir. If you can deliver on this promise, you will have our undying loyalty."

Aengus smiled faintly, his confidence unwavering. "I expect nothing less. But know this—your loyalty will not go unrewarded. Those who stand with me now will stand at the forefront of the Empire's resurgence."

Bella, who had been observing quietly, placed a hand on Aengus' arm and addressed the group, her voice calm yet compelling. "Remember, this is not just his fight; it is ours. The Empire's future rests on all of us, united under one vision, one leader. Let us not waste this chance for greatness."

The group erupted into cheers and affirmations, their faith in Aengus and Bella solidifying. The seeds of rebellion against the current regime had been sown, and with the true heir at the helm, the Kievan Empire's revival was no longer a distant dream—it was a looming reality.

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The observers, who had been watching the scene unfold, broke into gossip and whispers, their reactions mixed.

"Sigh, I'm getting scared now. Why do we have to start fighting? Couldn't we have just stayed on the defensive?" one murmured nervously.

"Yeah, I'm wondering the same thing. Why is Father doing this? Because of him, we'll be branded as rebels by Emperor Vansing," another chimed in with worry.

"Haha, that's so cowardly, brother," one of the princes said mockingly. "Father has finally made a bold decision by siding with the rebel faction. This is a great opportunity for us! How long are we going to keep squabbling over ruling just this one world among ourselves? Now's the perfect time to gain favor with the new Emperor and become kings of our own worlds—just like Brother Albert." Explore more adventures at empire

"That's a great idea! Why didn't I think of that sooner?" another prince exclaimed, his tone shifting from doubt to excitement. "I'm going to join the fight too."

"Me too," said another, emboldened. "With the rebel faction backing us, we're bound to achieve something—even if not complete victory in one go."

As the idea spread among the princes and observers, their fear began to give way to ambition. They realized this could be their chance to carve out their own territories under the new Emperor's rule, fueling their eagerness to participate in the brewing conflict.