Imperial Capital.
Deep within the inner sanctum of the imperial palace, the Tian Yuan Emperor sat on his throne carved from a single piece of Primordial Chaos Stone, radiating an oppressive weight that forced the laws of space to bend around it.
The Emperor was a man who looked to be in his early thirties, with long black hair that seemed to swallow the light, and eyes that held the depth of ancient galaxies.
At this moment, he was reading a letter sent to him by the Spirit Hall, the force supported by the Empire to maintain balance in the Eastern Region.
The letter was written on parchment made from the skin of a void-beast, its words glowing with an urgent, crimson spiritual light.
It talked about how the Eastern Region had been attacked by Barbarians from the Vast Wilderness, and how they could barely hold on.
