When a nation is on the brink of collapse, internal weaknesses often reach a breaking point, with conflicts impossible to resolve.
The Witch Hunting Secret Department had subtly overridden the royal authority, reorganizing the dying Old Aran, showcasing the country's last shadow of might, too violent and terrifying for anyone to ignore.
Yet one person gathered a vast army, fulfilling the court magician's prophecy—a descendant of the Overlord would arrive on a Silver Dragon to end the Aran dynasty.
The tenant farmers toiled day and night, indebted and sent to die by the lords.
Wanderers, ruined and homeless, due to a foolish monarch and warring lords.
All these are forms of suffering.
The tragic products of the old system have all converged here.
That person succeeded.
Later, he was called the Emperor, and on the Western Continent today, even extending to all neighboring continents, no one dares utter his name for fear of being harmed by his mysterious fate's power.
