The Emissary's Promise
The ruling kingdom of the Hazorh Empire was grand. As the capital of the empire, bearing the same name, was nothing short of magnificent. Towering spires of black stone reached toward the sky, and the massive citadel at the heart of the city was a fortress of power. The streets bustled with life, from merchants haggling over prices to nobles in ornate carriages, but beneath the surface, there was an underlying tension—a tension tied to the gods.
The Emperor of the empire as well as the King of Hazorh the empire's capital, King Beylon, was a devoted worshiper of the gods. He had risen to power thirty years ago, overthrowing a weak ruler and saving the empire from ruin. His devotion to the gods wasn't just a show of faith—it was the core of his reign, for he knew what few others did. The gods were real. Or at least, they had been.