Emperor's Reckoning - Chapter 1175: Tempest Emotion

“We need to tell Lyon,” Cecile asserted, her eyes resolute. “He deserves to know that Maria has been found, and in the state she’s in. It’s crucial information, and we can’t keep it from him.”

Kesya chimed in, “But how do we break the news? And what if he reacts poorly? Lyon can be… unpredictable.”

Cecile took a moment to ponder before responding, “We’ll approach it with care. Lyon needs to know, and we’ll support him through whatever comes next.

As the adventurers grappled with the weight of their discovery, the animated statue of Harvestasya remained silent, serving as a stark reminder of the information they now held. The fate of Maria, encased in Eternal Ice, intertwined with Lyon’s destiny, hung in the balance, and the adventurers prepared for the challenges that lay ahead.

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Golem City, though small in comparison to bustling metropolises, held a unique charm that Lyon found enchanting. The soft hum of golems going about their tasks, the rhythmic clinks and clanks of metalwork, and the gentle whispers of wind passing through the stone structures created a symphony of serenity.

In the heart of Golem City, Lyon discovered a tranquil spot beneath his own statue. The statue, a representation of his leadership and presence in the city, provided a comforting shade. Lyon, in a moment of respite, seated himself on a stone bench, looking up at the towering likeness of himself.

The calming ambiance surrounded him like a warm embrace. The gentle ASMR of Golem City became a lullaby, soothing away the stresses and challenges that often accompanied his responsibilities. He closed his eyes, allowing the sounds of the city to paint a peaceful tableau.

The low rumble of golems at work, the distant clattering of tools, and the occasional metallic thuds blended into a harmonious melody. Lyon took a deep breath, inhaling the subtle scent of stone and metal that permeated the air. It was a scent that spoke of industriousness and community.

As Lyon basked in the moment, he felt a connection to Golem City, a bond forged through shared endeavors and mutual understanding. The city, though crafted from stone and metal, seemed alive with the collective spirit of its inhabitants.

The sunlight filtered through the gaps between buildings, casting a warm glow on Lyon and his surroundings. In that serene moment, the weight of leadership momentarily lifted. Golem City, with its simplicity and authenticity, became a sanctuary—a place where Lyon could find solace and recharge.

“We found her! Big sis Maria!” n/-01n

Lyon’s serene moment was shattered by Kesya’s excited scream. He shot up from his seated position, his eyes wide with disbelief and hope.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Lyon sprinted towards the source of the commotion, outside the abode. His heart raced with a mix of anticipation and fear. The possibility of Maria being found, after years of searching and yearning, sent a surge of emotions through him.

As Lyon approached the gathering of adventurers, his eyes fell upon Harvestasya, the animated statue through which her voice had conveyed the monumental discovery. The others, including Cecile, Selena, Kesya, Liu, and Karina, stood with expressions ranging from excitement to concern.

Kesya, her face beaming, pointed toward Harvestasya. “Master, she found her! Big sis Maria is alive!”

Lyon’s breath caught in his throat. The name he had longed to hear, the person he had searched for tirelessly, might finally be within reach. His gaze shifted to Harvestasya, a question lingering in his eyes.

Harvestasya nodded, her eyes reflecting a mix of understanding and empathy. “We found Maria, Master. But… the situation is complicated. You need to hear the details.”

The words hung in the air, and Lyon, a mix of emotions playing across his features, urged Harvestasya to continue. The adventurers surrounded him, their support palpable.

Cecile stepped forward, her voice steady, “Lyon, Maria’s discovery is significant, but there are complexities we need to discuss. Come, let’s talk. You deserve to know the truth.”

Lyon, his heart pounding, followed the group. The serene moment he had enjoyed moments ago was replaced by a whirlwind of emotions. The prospect of Maria’s presence, coupled with the enigmatic circumstances, created tension in the air. As they walked toward Harvestasya’s abode, Lyon steeled himself for the revelations that awaited him, uncertain of the impact they would have on his journey and the quest for his lost love.

Inside the room abode, Cecile took a deep breath, and spoke, “Lyon… Maria is encased inside Eternal Ice. There are hints of abuse on her body as well. She is now frozen in time.”

Lyon’s once serene expression morphed into a storm of emotions as Cecile’s words struck him like a bolt of lightning. The revelation about Maria, his long-lost wife, encased in Eternal Ice and bearing the marks of abuse, sent shockwaves through his very being.

The tranquility of Golem City shattered, replaced by an eerie stillness as the golems, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, halted their activities. The air thickened with tension, and the city that had hummed with life moments ago now stood in collective anticipation.

Fingers clenched into tight fists, Lyon’s control over his emotions wavered. The golems, witnessing their leader in this unprecedented state, felt a ripple of unease. It was as if the very essence of Lyon’s being resonated with the revelation, echoing through the air.

In the sea of memories, the door that led to Lyon’s past shook as well. The older version of Lyon, locked away in the recesses of his mind, stirred from his dormant state. The storm within Lyon’s eyes reflected the turmoil not just in the present but also in the depths of his memories.

The golems, ordinarily unyielding in their tasks, looked toward the abode with a collective sense of concern. The city, once vibrant with the sounds of industry, now echoed with the silent weight of Lyon’s emotions.

The very fabric of time seemed to shiver as Lyon grappled with the emotions surging within him. His eyes, usually filled with a determined light, now reflected a tumultuous sea of grief, anger, and a profound yearning.