Book 1: Chapter 2
The Earthworld Empire had been enjoying a golden age since its founding, spearheaded by a charismatic emperor and supported by his loyal officials and soldiers. The entire continent of Varno was well aware of their splendor. The people of the Empire were proud that they were a part of this glorious age and took it for granted that each successive day would shine brighter than the last.
But this vision came crashing down all too easily.
Following the Emperor’s death, Earthworld dissolved into complete and total mayhem, and the stormy clouds of uncertainty settled over their future. They depended on the civil officials to keep the Empire from stumbling in the crisis—but the Imperial Court transformed into a den of thieves overnight as all scrounged for more power. Losing their guiding sun, the officials revealed their true nature, unleashing their dark hunger for more power.
Of course, there were those who wished to put a stop to this.
Fyshe Blundell, who had returned home from the Kingdom of Natra, was one of them.
…Sadly, I’m much too spineless.
Exiting a room in the Imperial Court, she let out a stifled sigh.
Her aide rushed over to greet her from her post outside. “How did it go, Ambassador?”
“They’ve placed me under house arrest for the time being.”