The Empire Will Never Fall!

The gods of the Old Continent are gradually awakening from their slumber, while the war on the New Continent rages on. The Empire stands at a crossroads in history. His Most Revered Excellency, First Consul Wumu, is ascending the ladder of power, his achievements forging the scepter in his hand. Standing beneath the Empire’s golden dome, he addressed the billions of citizens before him. “My original dream was simply to become a weapons repairman in the logistics department.” He paused and raised a hand slightly. “But when I left that department’s old weapons depot, I saw a much bigger weapon in need of repair.” He clenched his fist and brought it down hard. “The Empire itself!” “The nobles sing and feast through the night in their towers, while the generals rest on their laurels and refuse to improve!” “The Emperor said the Empire has only two sacred things that must never be violated: class and merit.” “But they are the Empire’s glory, not its shackles!” “That is why I have come here. I will reforge this rotten Empire. Only when steel and blood melt into flames, burning away the Empire’s dregs along with its enemies, can the Empire be reborn from the fire!” “My friends!” He raised his scepter high. One floating city after another rose into the clouds, lining up like scales to form a giant serpent devouring the mortal world. “The enemy lies wherever my scepter points!”