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Chapter 791 Please
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The arena fell into a deafening silence as the raging flames and spatial distortions dissipated, leaving behind the shattered remnants of the Colosseum grounds. The air was heavy with tension, and a collective shiver ran through the spectators. All eyes scoured the battlefield, yet Aron was nowhere to be seen. A chilling thought began to take hold among the crowd—the possibility that the emperor had perished, his very existence erased by the devastating spatial attack.
Despite their racing thoughts, no one dared to start celebrating or mourning. By now, they had grown accustomed to the unpredictable nature of such battles, where outcomes often defied expectations. Until the AI referee officially announced the fight's conclusion, they clung to the belief that Aron was still alive somewhere. For his supporters, this belief offered a glimmer of hope and reassurance. Conversely, for those rooting for his downfall, it was a lingering frustration—a maddening delay to the victory they so desperately craved, with the added hope that his absence signaled something far more final.
It didn’t take long for their questions to be answered as the cameras finally shifted, revealing Aron’s current state. He was alive, but calling it that felt like a stretch. The damage he had sustained left him unrecognizable—more resembling a flying corpse than a living being. To the viewers, it seemed impossible for anyone to recover from such catastrophic injuries.
The logical option would have been for him to surrender and receive immediate treatment, but it appeared he was incapable of even that. This left him vulnerable, an easy target for the enemy to finish off and claim victory. From the looks of it, the Trianrian fighter didn’t seem to have any intention of showing mercy or letting him live, ready to end the fight in the most brutal manner possible.
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“God, please let him live,” a voice whispered desperately in a cozy living room, where a lone man sat glued to the broadcast. His trembling hands clasped tightly in prayer as he continued, “If you do that, I swear I’ll never fight for democracy again. I beg you—answer my prayer, even if it’s the last thing you ever accept from me.”
The room was still, save for the faint hum of the screen, but the sincerity in his voice seemed to echo far beyond those four walls.
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While those loyal to the empire were fervently praying for the emperor’s survival, the sentiment within the Astral Conclave was the polar opposite. Among the top ten civilizations, the most vocal were those who feared the emperor's survival more than anything. They understood the implications: if Aron lived, their positions at the top would be threatened. The emperor, with his strength and influence, represented the rise of a new powerhouse—one that could potentially disrupt the delicate balance of power within the Conclave.
These civilizations had grown accustomed to their privileged positions and the constant flow of benefits that came with them. They had no interest in sharing this power with someone as formidable as the emperor, especially knowing that new strength often means a new division of resources. Should Aron rise to prominence within the Conclave, the benefits they enjoyed would be at risk, and some of them would inevitably lose their hard-won advantages. It was this fear of losing their privileged status that fueled their intense prayers for the emperor’s demise, knowing that his survival would tip the scales and cause a ripple effect of change that no one in their position welcomed.
The Xor’Vaks, however, remained eerily silent, unconcerned by the unfolding drama. Unlike the other factions, who were caught up in the tumult of fear and prayer, the Xor’Vaks were confident in their position. They knew that regardless of the emperor’s fate, their benefits would not be diminished.
It was a rare moment in the galaxy's history—one of the few instances where such a vast multitude of people were united in prayer for a single individual, each fervently hoping for either his survival or his downfall, depending on their position. This singular moment of collective focus on one person made the emperor, despite his near-death state, the most spoken-about figure in the entire galaxy.
To some, he represented hope, the beacon of their continued existence and prosperity; to others, he symbolized a threat to their dominance and future.
As for Aron, he was undergoing a massive transformation that no one had anticipated—not even Nova. She had fallen eerily silent, unable to act, coming to a complete halt. This left Aron hovering alone in the air, exposed and vulnerable, as if he were inviting the Trinarian fighter to deliver the final blow.