He leaned back in his chair, hearing the droning sounds of different conversations and arguments as the upper echelon tried to make sense of everything while creating countermeasures that protected their houses and nations.
The Valtheron Empire had been here since the late first epoch. They had survived too much and had the longest history of any empire in the world.
However, even they had to decentralize some of their authority by giving the four dukedoms autonomy.
At its core, the empire was actually five kingdoms that had forgotten how to be kingdoms.
"Aetherus..." he couldn't help but mutter that name. Why else would five kingdoms become one, especially when one of them came from another continent to form an empire?
It was because of the one who was backing the Temple, and the countless threats around them.
Damian sighed, turning around to face the old man from House Ravenscroft while the others discussed Ashcroft.
