Prince Alexander Herald von Triesenberg was the fourth prince of the Empire of Triesenberg who was banished from the Empire of Triesenberg for the crime that he didn’t commit. On their way to the island where he would be banished, a powerful storm swept through and sank the ship. Alexander drowned and at the moment, he thought he died from drowning. However, when he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the shore of a sandy beach and a floating interface before his eyes.
The large wooden doors to the Emperor's private council chamber swung open as the generals and top military advisers of Triesenberg filed in, each carrying the weight of the day's events on their shoulders. Emperor Triesenberg sat at the head of a long table, his expression calm but alert. The room was lit by a series of tall windows, allowing the last light of the day to spill into the chamber.
General Klaus Weissen, the highest-ranking officer in the Triesenberg military, was the first to speak once everyone had taken their seats.
"Your Majesty," he began concernedly, "we need to discuss the Valorian technology displayed at today's exhibit. What we witnessed today requires careful consideration. It's clear that Valoria is ahead of us in more ways than we initially thought."
The Emperor leaned forward slightly, his fingers tapping the edge of the table thoughtfully. "Go on, General. What are your primary concerns?"