Blood flowed like a river through the Imperial Palace as First Grade experts fell, one after another.
The three-hundred-thousand-strong Iron Armor Army fought for three days and three nights, until morale shattered.
Flame Emperor stood upon the dais.
Amidst the raging storm.
He remained motionless.
"Your Majesty, abdicate."
"The tide has turned against you."
A general cried out in despair.
Flame Emperor was unmoved.
He was in his fifties, with streaks of white in his hair. He wore a Bright Yellow Emperor's Robe, his gaze profound. Hands clasped behind his back, he silently watched the slaughter raging in the storm outside the hall.
BOOM!
The Jinluan Hall was breached.
A Prince strode into the hall, seeming to tread on the wind and rain itself. He brought with him a stench of blood so thick the raging storm could neither scatter nor cleanse it. He smiled as he looked at Flame Emperor.
"Crown Prince Flame, it's all over."
"You, who murdered your own father."
