Anbord was plunged into silence. They had seen the news feeds and footage from the ice catastrophe, and couldn't help but shiver in fear. They had also felt their emperor's outburst even from that distance.
Currently, the empire was on lockdown. Everyone was in their homes, waiting for the emperor's speech, but they all seemed to know what the emperor was going to say. Their enemy this time wasn't a stranger or one who thrived on anger and jealousy. This enemy was calculative, cold, and precise.
He knew Anbord. He knew the people. He knew... Ethan.
...
In the imperial council room on the top floor of the royal castle, the main authoritative figures of the empire had gathered.
The place was silent. Too silent... that not even the sound of breathing was heard. They sat around a long rectangular obsidian table covered in blue and violet runes. At the center of the desk, a holographic video played the footage.
