"…Perhaps one of them will succeed, and Jura will ascend before the six hundred years are up."
Robin's words drifted into silence, and for a brief moment, his expression softened.
A faint smile tugged at his lips as he released a long sigh, one that carried both weariness and resolve. In his heart, he knew it was little more than a distant, almost unreachable dream. Yet… why should dreams be abandoned simply because they seemed far away? Why not leave a spark of hope burning, no matter how faint?
Jura was not just a planet—it was the very heart of his empire, the pulsing core of the First Army. Its soil had given birth to the mightiest generals, its skies had seen the rise of countless heroes. Nearly every symbol of power that the Empire of True Beginning could boast of had some tie to Jura. He himself had been forged here. The Burton bloodline, his children.
