Master of the Empire

300 years ago, there was a man.

All he possessed was his body and a single old sword, yet he advanced without hesitation.

On the battlefield, he was a brave warrior; before bureaucrats, a cunning schemer; and to his own people, he was like family bound by blood.

Opinions of the man varied, but no one dared deny his extraordinary abilities.

Some envied and resented that radiant light, but many more admired it and were drawn to it.

Before long, his followers had grown too numerous to count.

-The time has come.

A single remark, tossed out with a cheerful smile, upended the fate of the continent.

It was the prelude to a long war.

Much blood was spilled, and a little more tears flowed...