*Year: 18900, Month: 25 February, Day: Sunday Morning*
The sun crept over the horizon, casting its first golden rays upon the grounds of my mansion. I stepped outside, feeling the warmth on my face as I surveyed the scene before me. My guards were already up and about, their diligent training evident in their fluid movements. Their dedication never ceased to amaze me.
Inhaling deeply, I walked toward the wall that surrounded my estate, taking a seat against it. The roughness of the stone pressed against my back was a constant reminder of the world beyond these walls – a world I would one day conquer. But for now, I focused on the more immediate matters at hand.
As I sat there, contemplating my next move, I noticed the familiar faces of my six lieutenants approaching the mansion. Their steps were confident, their expressions serious, each one a force to be reckoned with.
