“Your Majesty, the empire's northern lands have fallen and become a realm of hell. The Crimson Moon has risen, and the world-ending Sword Princess demands that you go see her...”
“Your Majesty, the climate in the west has changed dramatically. The Beast Queen has blasted a hole through the Abirus Mountains, which keep out the frigid currents. She sent word demanding you go there at once and explain yourself...”
“Your Majesty, the Deathbirth Miasma has begun to reappear along our eastern border, and undead creatures are multiplying everywhere. Our main forces are locked in a standoff with the undead army. The renegade fallen priestess says that if you don't want the world to end, you should hand yourself over to her so she can have her way with you...”
“Your Majesty, an elemental disturbance has erupted in the South Sea. The seabed is shaking, and the empire is about to face the worst tsunami in its history. Those wicked witches are responsible! Their leader says she's coming to see you right now, and you must wear the ring she gave you before...”
On the eve of the world's end, the great emperor of the empire, the commander-in-chief holding the rank of marshal, and the most successful agent of chaos in history, Casimodo Vane, broke out in a cold sweat as he listened to his ministers' reports.
After a brief silence, he waited until the ministers were looking at one another in bewilderment, then finally smiled as if ready to give up:
“Yes, I abandoned them all, but it was just a game. Don't talk to me about the world's safety. It has nothing to do with me. Your own problems are yours to solve…”
