Imperial Capital, Imperial Hall.
The dome made of boulders towered high in the sky.
At the center of the dome, a gigantic chandelier forged from alchemy and eternal fire demon patterns slowly rotated, with blue flames blazing brightly, yet without any hint of heat.
This everlasting flame, sealed and refined by the Empire's exclusive alchemist using celestial fire, has been burning for three hundred seventy-two years, never extinguishing, symbolizing the unyielding will of the Empire.
The four walls embedded with twelve massive antique emblems, each from the twelve original old cities of the Empire.
From the shattered dragon shield of Dragon Breath City to the crescent spear of Ghost Breeze Ridge, each observed this sanctuary of power solemnly and silently, as if they were the petrified incarnations of millennial imperial authority.
The royal throne stood high above the top steps, as a Divine Being gazes upon the world.
