There was a time the Empire had no borders, no line to hold. Only the Sun, and the promise that all beneath it belonged to men. The Royal Blood bore its light as testament that the world could be shaped, ordered, claimed. Then it began to answer. Not in defiance, but in time. As the Empire tightens its hold and the borders take shape, knights, nobles, and soldiers are forced to confront a truth long denied. The world is not theirs to claim. Its becoming something else.
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