I FOUND A DOOR TO TENSURA AND BECAME BROKEN IN THE REAL WORLD TOO-Chapter 75: The Empire’s Machination

Far across the Cardinal World,

Beyond the forests of Tempest

And the mountains of Dwargon,

Loomed the grand imperial capital

Of the Eastern Empire.

The Imperial Palace

Stood as a monolithic symbol of dominance,

Its black iron spires

Stabbing into the blood-red heavens,

A twisted monument

To absolute power and ambition.

The skies above

Were cloaked in swirling storm clouds,

And the air itself

Carried the heavy scent of iron and ash.

War vessels, sleek and menacing,

Drifted through the turbulent sky,

Their engines humming with ominous purpose.

Within the palace walls,

In a cavernous, dimly lit chamber,

The rulers of the Empire

Gathered for a fateful meeting.

At the head of the table

Sat Emperor Rudra,

Clad in regal black and gold,

His golden eyes

Cold and calculating,

Sharp with ruthless intent.

Beside him

Stood Velgrynd,

The True Flame Dragon,

Her crimson hair cascading

Like a river of molten fire,

Her eyes glowing

With merciless determination.

Her presence alone

Was suffocating,

The room several degrees warmer

Simply by her existence.

She stood tall and imperious,

Exuding the authority

Of an unyielding conqueror.

Around the table

Sat the Eastern Empire's elite:

Calgurio,

The Commander of the Armored Corps,

A towering man of iron and grit,

His scarred face grim with contempt.

Gadora,

The Imperial Sorcerer,

Draped in black robes,

His gaunt face twisted in a cruel smile,

His eyes filled

With the glimmer of ancient malice.

Damrada,

Another strong general,

His refined demeanor

Masking the serpent-like cunning

Beneath his calm exterior.

The room was heavy

With tension and deceit,

The Empire's greatest minds

Plotting devastation

Behind gilded doors.

Rudra's voice,

Smooth and deliberate,

Broke the silence:

"Tempest..."

He uttered the name

With thinly veiled disdain,

Letting it hang

Like a blade in the air.

He slowly leaned forward,

Interlocking his fingers

With a predator's grace,

His eyes sharp with malevolence:

"Their influence...

Is spreading like wildfire.

Their alliance with Sarion

Has fortified their trade routes.

Their grip over Dwargon

Grows stronger by the day."

His golden eyes narrowed,

Irritation flickering

In their depths.

"They have even seized

Clayman's territory

And absorbed it into their dominion.

If left unchecked,

Tempest will become

An unshakable power."

His voice darkened,

Each word laced with malice:

"And we cannot allow that."

Calgurio

Grunted with frustration,

His armored gauntlet

Slamming onto the table,

The impact reverberating

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Through the chamber.

"It's not just Tempest, Your Majesty..."

He growled,

His voice low and biting.

He tossed a leather-bound dossier

Onto the table,

Scattered with intelligence reports.

"Yuuya Tenjou..."

He spat the name

Like a curse,

His eyes narrowing.

"Our spies

Have attempted to gather intel on him,

But the man is a ghost.

No one knows the limits of his power."

Calgurio's jaw tightened,

Frustration flashing in his eyes.

"But if he was able

To recruit Blanc, Jaune, and Violet,

He is clearly a force to be reckoned with.

We must eliminate him

Before he becomes

An uncontrollable threat."

From her place near the wall,

Velgrynd let out a low, derisive chuckle.

The sound was sharp and mocking,

Dripping with condescension.

Her eyes,

Blazing like twin suns,

Pierced into Calgurio's.

"One man?"

She sneered,

Her voice thick with disdain.

"You're trembling

Over a single man

While an entire kingdom

Threatens to outgrow the Empire?"

She strode forward,

Her heels clicking rhythmically

Against the obsidian marble,

Each step slow and deliberate.

"How...

Pathetic."

Her voice was venomous,

Savoring the word like a predator.

She turned her gaze to Rudra,

Her lips curving

Into a cruel, knowing smirk.

"Forget Yuuya..."

She declared softly,

Her tone dripping with malice.

"It's Tempest

We need to crush first.

If we shatter their foundation,

The rest will fall like broken glass."

Velgrynd

Glided to the head of the table,

Her eyes glittering

With predatory delight.

The temperature in the room

Began to rise,

The walls shimmering faintly

From the heat of her aura.

Her fiery presence

Commanded the chamber,

Every general

Feeling the uncomfortable sting

Of her growing power.

With a sadistic grin,

She placed her hands on the table,

Her fingertips searing

Faint scorch marks

Into the polished wood.

Her voice was low,

Velvet and dangerous:

"The solution...

Is simple."

She turned her gaze to Rudra,

Her eyes narrowed

With sinister glee.

"We will initiate

The Tenma War."

Her lips curled cruelly.

"Let the angels

Do the dirty work for us."

For a moment,

There was only silence,

The words hanging in the air

Like the calm before a tempest.

The generals

Exchanged tense glances,

The gravity of her suggestion

Slowly sinking in.

It was Gadora

Who spoke first,

His voice low and trembling

With vile excitement:

"The Tenma War...

You mean to summon

The angelic legions?"

A twisted grin

Curled across his thin lips.

"Yes...

Yes...

This will cripple Tempest."

His voice dripped with malice:

"Their strength

Will be no match

For the divine wrath

Of the heavens."

Rudra

Sat in cold contemplation,

His golden eyes

Fixed on Velgrynd.

For a long moment,

He said nothing.

Only the faint hum of magical wards

Buzzed softly in the silence.

Then,

Slowly,

A cold, calculating smirk

Stretched across his face.

He lifted a hand,

A gesture of finality,

His voice cutting through the air

Like a blade:

"Very well...

The Tenma War it is."

His eyes hardened,

Burning with cruel conviction.

"I will summon the angels...

And this time,

We will strike Tempest

With the full fury

Of the heavens."

He slowly stood,

And with a single motion,

The chamber illuminated

As magical screens materialized,

Displaying detailed tactical maps

Of Tempest.

Rudra's voice

Was cold and commanding,

Each word sharp

As the edge of a blade:

"In two weeks,

We will summon

Millions of angels.

The celestial legions

Will rain divine judgment

Upon Tempest."

He turned to Calgurio,

His voice cutting:

"Prepare the Armored Corps

For full deployment."

Then,

His eyes shifted to Gadora,

The sorcerer leaning forward

With cruel delight:

"You will initiate

The celestial gate rituals

And open the path

For the angelic legions."

Finally,

Rudra's gaze

Locked onto Velgrynd,

His voice imperious:

"And you, Velgrynd...

You will lead the charge

And burn Tempest to ash."

Her lips

Curved into a wicked smile,

Her eyes blazing

With savage anticipation.

"With pleasure, Your Majesty."

As the meeting concluded,

The Empire's war machine

Roared into motion.

The Tenma War

Was upon the horizon,

And Tempest,

No matter how powerful,

Would soon face

An apocalyptic storm

Of divine wrath.