Empire.
The word hung heavy in the air of a Great Hall that had just received a reminder of the fall of the last great empire to rule over humanity. None had dared to call themselves an empire since the fall of the Empire of Endless Waves lest they invoke the specter of the Age of Chaos. But now, Ashlynn had just declared that they needed a new empire…
The word meant something else to the Eldritch people in the room, and High Lord Dirar looked from Ashlynn to Nyrielle in a rare moment of naked surprise when he heard the word.
"Your Eternity," Dirar said after taking a deep breath to compose his thoughts. "Do you mean to challenge Makya of the Thousand Spires for the throne of the Eldritch Emperor?"
