It was quieter now.
No more screams. No more battles. No more struggles.
Emperor Dominar rested upon the throne and looked over the empty chamber. Memories flooded him. This place was where he was crowned emperor. Where he sentenced countless people to die. Where he married his first wife. Where he celebrated his first victory.
His veins turned purple on his right hand, and the purple is spreading.
Corruption that he now accepted fully.
From how much it was shaking, it should be painful. But his face remained neutral.
A rival emperor in the past once said to him that a sovereign will only be complete once he tasted sitting on the throne as the empire crumbles. It was more glorious than the most detrimental victory, and more devastating than the harshest of losses.
Emperor Dominar thought it was rubbish.
But now he realized it was the last epiphany of an incredible emperor's last moments.
Right now, at this moment, Emperor Dominar felt both the most powerful and the weakest.
