"My lord, we have reports."
"What is it?" asked the Emperor of the Leviathan Empire in a heavy voice, seated upon the command throne of the flagship advancing from the south.
The emperor's chief advisor entered the hall with steps, bowing deeply as he presented a runic scroll.
"Emperor Aurelius has fled the capital," reported the advisor cautiously. "His current whereabouts are unknown."
The Leviathan Emperor narrowed his eyes, releasing a pressure that caused the vessel's hull to groan.
"Are you certain?"
"Affirmative, my lord," continued the subordinate without raising his head. "We dispatched several dreadnoughts to probe the capital's shield and prepare accordingly, but the shields collapsed upon the first strike. When they descended, the ships found the castle vacant. At this moment, they remain there awaiting orders."
"Damn it...!" bellowed the Leviathan Emperor.
