The Hacien Palace. The continent's highest and biggest infrastructure, nearly completely encircled the central city of Sahaya, the Hacien city. It featured majestic Romanesque architectural architecture with three layers of proud towering walls encircling it. Two lone persons could be observed speaking at each other in the midst of this massive fortress.
"This lowly subject gives his greetings to the Empire's Sun, Your Majesty, Eliazar Krazeri."
"Emm." Emperor Eliazar Krazeri, perched on the empire's highest throne, gazed at the young man with golden blond hair and sky blue eyes who was now bowing at him. The emperor's entire presence screamed with power and respect. And while his countenance might intimidate anybody, the young man in front of him remained undisturbed.
"So how is my son?" The Emperor asked. When he went back to the city, he could feel that something was amiss.
