Muffled thuds that were rather slow and but not feeble, resonated from the carpeted floor to the marbled hallway.
From the array of arched windows, the bright light repeatedly graced upon his statuesque face, foreign to the concept of age. Those crimson eyes never lost its hues, as it was filled with knowledge and wisdom, as so many decades passed akin to storing all of the events that flashed before him.
Moreover, the majestic crown, of gold and stone embellishments, sheened as it perched atop his head. Even his surcoat and trousers were well-embellished with gold linings and the unique imperial emblem that belonged to the rightful owner.
The emperor.
But it wasn't just any other emperor, for the man who carried all of the burden of the Dysnomia Empire on his shoulders along with the sacrifices behind his trails.
