*This was abandoned while the story was still unsigned and is very unlikely to be completed. Enter at your own risk.
Several years later.
The empire was unified. A blue-eyed, golden-haired empress sat upon the throne, taking in all the talented people gathered in the hall.
A handsome young nobleman led the council, conveying the empress's decrees.
In the research institute, white light shone on the gold frames of a doctor's glasses, reflecting a cool gleam.
Steam whistles sounded throughout the empire.
Mages walked among the people, spreading knowledge and magic.
The eighth major branch, the Tower, emerged, concealed in a corner of the world.
The principles of the laws were proclaimed, and faith coalesced.
A witch born from hatred answered the summons.
Monsters waited in the shadows, biding their time.
Darkness spread as well.
Theme: Never give up on yourself
Please keep updating, it's very interesting, but the article is a bit short now.