Indiana empire — Capital
The incense in the Hall of Divine Dominion had long since faded, but the scent still clung to the stone like memory. Outside, the golden lights of the capital shimmered against the night sky, flickering like a thousand stars caught in a cage of marble and steel.
But inside the throne hall, all was still.
Emperor Yadav stood alone at the edge of the window gallery, staring into the endless dark beyond the mountains.
In his hand, a sealed letter. The seal was foreign.
He broke it open.
His eyes moved across the page, slow at first. Then faster. And then stopped.
The silence that followed was sharp, like the pause before lightning strikes.
"To the Ruler of the Indiana Empire:
You stand in violation of Bernardian territorial sovereignty.
You have deployed scouts, operatives, and armed forces near our holdings in Ostra. Your intentions are clear.
Withdraw all presence.
Submit to peaceful integration under the Bernard Empire.
