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In the palace on the Algrand Empire's capital planet, Emperor Bagrada Noah Albalate had been spending all his time in the audience chamber recently.

He sat on the throne, gazing up at the ceiling.

It was not the throne in the audience chamber he normally used.

It was what Bagrada had designated as his true throne, a place more comforting to him than anywhere else.

It was a special room within the palace, fortified with multiple layers of defense, where only a select few were permitted entry.

On the capital planet, there was no place safer than this room.

Seated on the large throne set upon a dais in the center of the room, Bagrada stared at a large glass chalice suspended from the ceiling.

He looked on with eager anticipation, as if he couldn't wait for the chalice to be filled by the dark-red, blood-like liquid dripping into it, drop by drop, from the ceiling.

The joyous smile on Bagrada's face, combined with the dimness of the room, made him look eerie.

"I've made quite a lot of blood flow until now, but the collection of negative emotions is the same as always, I see. Well, once the device is activated, the Chalice of Darkness will be filled whether it likes it or not. Still..."