Four years had passed in the Deep South of the Chaos Serpent planet since the end of the Lunar Temple expedition. With every mortal power reduced to rubble, the Night Empire maintained a stable, peaceful rule. With our might, we went unchallenged by small forces that sought to rebel over the years.
Keeping what was ours wasn't the struggle of our lives but as easy and involuntary as breathing. Our battle was internal. Our fight was to become our best selves from the lowest servant to the Emperor. As we became better, that task became more challenging. But we never stopped. I never stopped.
Now residing inside the most remarkable spatial artifact left behind by the Lunar Demon King with my woman at my side, I overlook the vast lands cultivated within the spatial artifact for thousands of years.
