In the normally brilliant throne room of the Emerald Emperor, a dull, lifeless aura flowed. Like a mire of dark clouds and frigid wind leaked through the sealed doors.
Emperor Shang Wei, once a formidable and feared warrior, now sat on his throne with a desolate and furious aura, his lips pale and cracked, eyes sharp and filled with fire.
He looked down at the Head Eunuch, who was giving him information on a mysterious event that destroyed an unheard-of level.
"Your Majesty, the appearance of the firebird and devil have caused extreme damage to the eastern provinces, with over ten villages, four towns and two cities being wiped off the map. Casualties are reaching the six-figure mark, with more refugees and terrified villagers fleeing to the western and central provinces as we speak."
