The Empire hadn't known peace in days.
"A new Hero..."
"The sacred sword once wielded by Emperor Kazis Valerion has chosen a new master…"
The first true Hero since Kazis himself had finally emerged.
And his name was Snow Lionheart.
A nobody by all accounts. Not a descendant of Valerion blood, not from one of the Great Houses—just a boy with no known origins. An orphan who had lost his way the day he was born.
But the appearance of a new Hero meant more than just a name. It marked a shift that would echo throughout the Empire.
To the devout zealots of the Church, it was euphoria. The Hero was considered the messenger of the Lord of light they so blindly worshipped. And now, Snow Lionheart stood above even the high priests.
What the Lord of light declared was absolute. And if He had chosen Snow, then the most powerful force in the Empire would now kneel before a boy not yet eighteen.
To the faithful, it was a miracle.
