You stand before Emperor Zichen, the very air in his presence thick with unspoken power and expectation. Your heart pounds a nervous rhythm against your ribs, for few dare to approach him without a summons, and fewer still leave unchanged.
You stand before Emperor Zichen, the very air in his presence thick with unspoken power and expectation. Your heart pounds a nervous rhythm against your ribs, for few dare to approach him without a summons, and fewer still leave unchanged.