The governorships of the Four Great Suyu will inevitably pass to another generation of princes, repeating the cycle.
In the long millennia past, the Empire's territory has expanded, bit by bit.
Therefore, I must strive for that supreme kingship!
However, this particular succession coincides with an invasion by white-skinned barbarians.
The Ancient God's Chosen Races from the East Coast are also restless; they regard us as mortal enemies and constantly plot to overthrow the Sun Empire.
My brothers are not ones to play by the rules either; they would undoubtedly seek external help given the chance.
Ultimately, the rules of this competition might differ from previous years.
My friend, our meeting must be the Sun God's will. Please, tell me, are you willing to help me?"
Atahualpa caressed a gleaming 32-pound bronze Carronade beside him, feeling its immense power. He turned back to Byron, his gaze intense.
The latter met his gaze and nodded decisively. "Of course.
