Arial is sitting on one of the room on the tower of his palace overlooking the sky outside. The blue sky and the gentle breeze.
He takes a deep breath. And he opens his eyes. He is just back from what he called Ariadne Tower.
Once again he has persuaded her daughter to step outside the tower but like always he is rejected.
If only he knew why she rejected him…. then maybe…maybe he could persuade her but nothing works.
And once again he looks at the sky. The blue sky and feeling the breeze of wind. Everything used to be so simple…. Arial mused.
Nowadays, peace has dawned in his empire, the administration is stable and the people of the continent has accepted Edenian rule.
Maybe because the Human Continent is once ruled by Caelum Emperors accepting a new one is not that hard.
But of course there is still some small skirmishes from some loyalist of the old regime but none that could threaten the Empire might.