The wind was strong, and bolts of lightning rained down on Mour'arath—but even that was drowned under the deafening sounds of cannons firing sporadically.
I could hear their generals screaming instructions at the top of their lungs. Loud cries and screams of soldiers and civilians rang across the city, but the palace courtroom remained silent.
This meant the battle had begun, but it was not yet time for me to make my move.
The people of Mour'arath should be able to handle this much.
When they truly need my help—only then will I reveal myself.
Seated on the throne with my legs crossed and my chin resting on my palm, I took in all that sound.
I took in their screams and cries. I took in their resolve and fighting spirit.
This was part of the duty of an emperor and a god.
To understand the pain of the people, you must pay attention. That way, you won't forget it while acting.
"I apologize for failing to live up to your expectations," Fin's voice made me frown.
