High above the battlefield, a long-haired, handsome man wrapped in holy light stood with one hand behind his back. From the sky, he looked down as if everything below him were nothing more than ants.

Behind him floated two breathtaking women and a male spirit dressed in a snow-white robe—each one elegant and extraordinary.

“Father, Mother!” Jacopo shouted up excitedly.

Gladwin trembled. “James…”

“Greetings, Emperor Caden!” The four Path Emperors, led by Xezal, dropped to their knees.

James smiled casually. “Kill him. You’re the new God of Killing in the myriad realms.”

Thea cupped her hands around her mouth. “Jacopo, don’t be scared! We’ve got your back!”