Standing up, the Emperor stepped out of the shadows. While not a towering figure, the Emperor exuded power nonetheless. His eyes were bright and wise, and only a few age lines could be seen despite the responsibility he carried. Even though the news had clearly pained him, the Emperor remained calm. It was that trait, among many others, that made him such a beloved leader.

“Who is responsible?” he asked.

The answer stuck in the Chancellor’s throat as he felt the Emperor’s gaze on him. It was nearly impossible for him to hide his emotions from the other man. “Rourans, Your Majesty,” he said at last, the words barely a whisper.

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