Crazy Lieyang_1

Gazing at the majestic capital at the end of the plains, Prince Lieyang's eyes narrowed slightly, a blade-like chill flashing in his gaze.

"Galama, your Emperor has returned," he declared.

A deep, powerful voice surged from his throat.

The Notis Plains, where the capital of the Galama Empire was situated.

A thousand years ago, another prosperous human kingdom stood on this fertile plain.

Prince Lieyang had read in ancient books about that human kingdom, Ascalon, which thrived for hundreds of years before decaying amidst its splendor, until it was conquered by the ancestors of the Lizardmen.

Those Lizardmen ancestors had emerged from the desert and over hundreds of years grew and developed into what was now the Galama Empire.

The empire of today, like the scorching sun, was strong and blazing hot.

But Prince Lieyang keenly felt that the empire had reached a turning point.

The citizens were blinded by its superficial might, complacent and content with the status quo.