Planet Azakra—
SILENCE
Renara sat upon the imperial throne, as she always did — a figure carved in ritual and tradition, one who vacated that seat only on the rarest of occasions.
In that position, she was not merely a ruler; she was the living emblem of the Empire's might, the embodiment of its unshakable will and sovereign dominance.
Her presence alone could once bend the pride of lords, steady the fears of soldiers, and remind every courtier within sight that the Empire's heart still beat from this very hall.
But today… today the vast chamber felt alien.
The towering pillars, draped in shadows; the cold, muted gleam of the inlaid floor; the high, echoing arches that once amplified the grandeur of her voice — all of it had been hollowed by something unseen.
The hall's solitary stillness pressed down like a suffocating weight, the darkness seeming to draw closer with every passing second.
