The capital of the beast empire, Ul'kareth, was a city of obsidian spires and stone fangs carved from the black cliffs that overlooked the Bloodfang Sea.
Great crimson banners bearing the sigil of the god Vaeram, Lord of Chains—a chained sun bleeding into darkness—fluttered in the cold wind that whipped through the city's high towers.
Here, demihumans of every breed prowled the streets: lion-headed generals, serpent-bodied mages, and panther-eyed assassins cloaked in shadows.
None of them were weak, as even the ones being bullied were at least five-star, star-formation realm experts.
This capital was a place of ruthless order, ruled not by law but by will, and above all was the one stronger than any other.
Emperor Tharagon Vaelix.
He sat upon a throne forged from the bones of fallen kings, his back straight, his fur-lined cloak flowing like black smoke behind him.
His features were sharp—wolfish, but carved from iron.
