The Prime Minister stood motionless under the moon-drenched sky, his thoughts still haunted by the blood-soaked memory of his past. The stars shimmered above him, as indifferent to the turmoil in his heart as they were to the fate of the empire below. Just then, the sound of soft footsteps echoed through the quiet corridor.
A shadow peeled from the darkness, forming into a man clad in dark robes with the insignia of the Prime Minister's most trusted circle. The officer came to a halt a few steps away, breath short and urgent. He leaned forward, and in a voice barely above a whisper, he said, "Sir, something happened to the Emperor."
