After a day of integrating the new citizens from the sanctuary, Aaron could finally rest. The sanctuary buzzed with activity, the resurrected immortals adapting to their new lives, their voices echoing through the restored streets like a revived heartbeat.
The increase in population of Aaron's empire slowly began to expose cracks in the newborn empire. The sudden influx strained the system, resources stretched thin, the air filled with murmurs of discontent as the once-empty paradise filled with life.
Who to grant nobility fairly. Paralysis in administrations and lack of motivation for the citizens were slowly becoming a thorn on Aaron's flesh. The decisions weighed on him, bureaucracy bogging down his vision, the empire's growth turning into a headache of management.
