The sky above the Empire was laden with dark clouds, heavy as the fate looming over that place. The storm announced its arrival with distant thunder, lightning dancing on the horizon like omens of imminent destruction. The wind cut like invisible blades, carrying the metallic scent of electricity in the air.
Then, the world shone.
With a deafening roar, a lightning bolt tore through the sky and struck the ground right in front of the Imperial Palace gates. The earth trembled, the walls vibrated with the impact, and the guards—who had been alert to any threat—were now swallowed by absolute silence.
At the center of the blinding light, a figure emerged.
Strax.
