The lone figure stood at the edge of the ruined rooftop, watching the burning capital with calm, unblinking eyes. The city below was in full chaos, explosions cracking the earth and screams slicing through the smoke-filled air.
It was not the work of one force. Anyone who had eyes could see it. Several hidden groups had made their move at the same time. All of them were waiting for this exact moment.
With the lion becoming old, it was time for a new lion to rise. Yet no one wanted to witness that rise. No one wanted another Blood Emperor Edward.
An emperor who dragged a collapsing empire through hell, waged war at the borders, and brought terror to every land he crossed. A man who carried wrath in one hand and destruction in the other.
"You should be careful because…"
The figure paused.
...…
"What the hell?"
BOOOOM!
