"They are hiding further inside the district. Everyone, prepare for any surprise attacks from the enemy!"
Emperor Philip gazed into the distance, his eyes sharp with determination. Drawing his weapon, he prepared to confront the members of the Golden Skull organization, unwilling to take any reckless risks.
As he surveyed the desolate remains of what was once a glorious district of the Imperial capital, a deep sorrow settled over him. Letting out a heavy sigh, he reflected on the destruction before him.
This is a grim reminder of how even the smallest spark can ignite a catastrophe, leaving behind scars not only on the land but also on the hearts and minds of its people.
"You have stolen my words, Your Majesty. We must not give them any chance to take us by surprise… You're wiser than I expected." Aisha smirked, unsheathing her sword and gripping it firmly. She cast a glance at Emperor Philip, a wide grin playing on her lips.
