It had been 100 humiliating years. Xing now sat on a dark stone throne in the Core Hall as Linghu stood proudly next to her. To anyone looking, it seemed that way.
He had not been allowed to speak in over 80 years and his eyes were full of hatred.
Before her were the supposed 3 Emperors of Perot, Karridan, and Hilden were currently sweating before her in obedience while the few high ranked Soulmancers were not much better. Before the fall of the eastern empires, they were relatively free to do as they wished.
After the horrible losses over there, the Imperial families became pure puppets while the Soulmancers were suddenly no longer free to wreak havoc like before.
Everything was very strict and aligned to a single plan, Xing's.
She had always been truly in control but did not want the hassle of the day to day things bother her. That slack attitude had given an opening for rifts the enemy had abused fully.
No more.
