Chester turned and looked at him, "You haven't seen his power, I have. He crushes cities like flies." He became agitated, "I hadn't counted on this. Dalkia may slow his advance, and there is news that the Dark Lord himself is reviving. And then there is this rebellion of yours, whats his name, Girardot. He was an asset you let go, his skill as a general was something you shouldn't have took for granted." The Emperor laughed, "Its of no concern, he will die, in time. My power is greater than all of them combined, even Nightmare will bow to me." Chester thought to himself, knowing the Emperor was full of himself. He said, "My lord, forgive me for saying, but you have no idea what your up against."
The Emperor laughed again, and turned, walking down the steps toward his throne. "Come here, I wish to show you something, being as you are my partner, in a manner of speaking." Chester followed, touching the hilt of his dagger, just in case the Emperor decided he was no longer needed. "I have had this for quite awhile, I took it off a traveler who had been gathering these for some time." He pulled a large chest from under his throne, he opened it. Chester stepped back, amazed that the Emperor would have something like this. "My lord, how long have you had this?" He stepped forward to touch it, the Emperor stopped him,
"Careful, this is what I am going to use to conquer the kingdoms with." The Emperor spoke with evil in his breath, "Soon, we shall march against the Maletta and Dalkia, then against Nightmare. I know he has the rest of it, and the other shards shall soon follow. Morder and the kingdoms to the north and east are of no concern, they shall fall easily after the other nations fall. I have already sent emissaries to our allies, together we shall bring them all down."
Chester continued to stare at the sword that lay in the chest, its dark power drawing him in, shards of SoulEdge.