Nine months had passed since the Grand Summit fell to its knees.
The five continents were no longer divided by petty squabbles, border wars, or the arrogance of false gods. The Dragon Empire covered the earth in a seamless blanket of absolute order. The violet ether-shield still pulsed high above the clouds, a constant guardian against the eyes of the firmament. Down below, cities were rebuilt.
The Chaos Order brought unprecedented prosperity. Trade flowed without bandits. Magic was regulated and perfected. The world rested perfectly in the palm of Adonis Kingsbane.
But on this particular day, the tyrannical Dragon Emperor was not focused on world domination, celestial arrays, or the incoming war with the upper realms. His entire universe had narrowed down to a single, heavily warded chamber in the heart of the Central Imperial Palace.
