In the palace suspended in twilight, the corridors are deep and long, the halls spacious and desolate. Unseen whispers echo behind every door, as if countless invisible guests gather in this ancient and illusory palace, continuing their endless banquet while malignantly scrutinizing the visitors who step inside.
Emperor Rosetta Augustus's footsteps suddenly resounded in the empty corridor.
The ruler of the Typhon Empire walked along the corridor he had traversed countless times, seemingly oblivious to the eerie whispers around him. His figure cast uneven shadows beneath narrow windows glowing with twilight, each shadow trembling slightly as if trying to come alive, but gradually settling into calmness in the emperor's disregard.
He arrived at the deepest chamber of the palace, where portraits of past Augustus Clan members hung.
