Dayuan Empire, autumn of the twenty-seventh year of Tianqi.
Qin Tianjian was kneeling on the stargazing platform, his snow-white beard and hair dyed red by the blood flowing from his seven orifices. The armillary sphere in front of him reversed crazily without anyone's control, and the projection of the stars drew out sad traces of light in the night sky.
"The Emperor Star... Is annihilated..." He stared at the northern sky, where a star was dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye. "The sky tilted to the northwest, the earth sank to the southeast... The void... Opened..."
