As the war was happening, it had gained a lot of attention from different people all over the Empire.
In the Imperial capital, the Emperor himself sat behind a beaded curtain and watched the projection that was showing to him outside.
"The Dragons... what a pity."
His voice was that of an old man and a young one combined together, creating a strange sound that dug into the ears like a root. "But after all of this, the Western Region would be whole once more and then they will regain their former strength.
"The insects eat the Dragon. A pity."
Just outside the curtain, a man with a long face bowed very deeply at the waist and fell to his knees. "Your Imperial Majesty, do you want us to interfere in this?
"Although we shouldn't, as it is internal affairs, nobody will be able to stop us. The other Regions won't mind, in fact they were all very happy with this as the Vorrakyn once suppressed all the other Regions except for here at one time in history."
