In the depths of his Royal Office in the Kandrian Empire, Emperor Rael sharpened his golden eyes with grave severity.
His golden hair was uncharacteristically disheveled.
His table, normally cluttered with scattered documents comprising reports, analyses, and other files, was cleared. A large esoteric artifact sat with its four prongs atop his table and an esoteric crystal at its very center, glowing with power.
BZZZT
The projection of a shattered and broken man appeared opposite the Emperor of Harmony on the other side of his table. He had long flowing, matted hair with a neatly groomed beard, while a loose but ostentatious kimono draped his entire body.
The crest of the Shinken Clan was embroidered on the chest of his attire, comprising of two crossed katanas.
Emperor Rael's expression grew even more grave as he beheld the broken eyes of the Patriarch of the Shinken Clan.
Gone was the chaffed arrogance and pride.
In its place were regret and despair.
