The sounds of pages flipping filled the air.
After a long, peaceful night, Anatolia was reading through her personal diary. Written in characters made in the future during wartime for earthlings to communicate while avoiding the eyes of the other planes of existence, it was a language that no one but her could understand.
The words written on the latest pages would have gone unnoticed by anyone but her, the one with the blood of the Royal Family.
"Imperial Magic..."
The Empire of Atreus, founded on the back of a deal with the demon king Balam had received a special privilege that no other being on earth possessed.
Once every decade, they could use Balam's great authority.
The ability to rewrite the events of the past.
