The Empress stood in the center of her ruined palace, blood trickling from a cut across her cheek. Her breath came in ragged gasps, but her eyes burned with fury. The Realm Lord had wounded her pride, disrupted her empire, and threatened her very rule. But she wasn't about to give up. Far from it.
She needed time—time to recover, to gather her strength, to strike back at her enemies with a force they couldn't imagine. But while she healed, her empire was vulnerable. She knew the Realm Lord's army was advancing, steadily pushing through her defenses and reclaiming the border galaxies. Her soldiers of emotions had fought valiantly, but the Realm Lord's forces were relentless.
