In the imperial palace of the Pamir Empire, the inner chamber where the Emperor resided was a dazzling display of gold and amber. Every wall was adorned with ornate decorations, a blinding testament to wealth and power.
Yet, despite its brilliance, the chamber's atmosphere was oppressively dark and heavy. The Emperor, consumed by rage, sat with a stormy expression, his eyes glinting dangerously.
His son, held captive by Lania, had not yet been released, and though the Emperor's concern was far from paternal, it was worry nonetheless. It stemmed not from love but from practical concerns tied to his lineage.
Seething with anger, he unleashed his fury on his chancellor, Mufasa, who knelt before him.
"How has it come to this? Why are the negotiations still at a standstill?"
The Emperor's wrath, backed by his formidable presence as a seasoned warrior, filled the chamber with an almost tangible pressure.
