Emperor Rael heaved a sigh as he put down his pen, brushing aside the paperwork he had been buried in. His hair was disheveled, while dark bags had begun developing under his eyes.
His table was messy and cluttered, while his clothes were crumpled.
He lacked the usual luster that he possessed as the Emperor of the Kandrian Empire.
He gazed out his window as the early light of dawn illuminated his office, dispelling the darkness of night. Sage Sayfeel silently stood behind him in an alert position, monitoring his environment to ensure that his charge was safe.
Emperor Rael inhaled deeply, closing his eyes.
He had been inordinately busy in the past six months that had passed since the Unfolding.
Much had happened in the months that had passed since then, making for an extraordinarily pressuring period.
