War
Each minute of the event contributed to making it unique and unprecedented. The tension in the air was palpable, and Konan seemed to be making the most difficult decision of his life.
"I renounce my right to the throne," his voice cut through the silence, which was quickly replaced by whispers and murmurs.
"Do you understand what this means, Konan?" The emperor's voice sounded emotionless. He was there as a monarch, not as a father.
"Yes." Renouncing the right to the throne in the Dark Empire meant completely giving up one's noble lineage. This meant that Konan would be cast out from the royal family as if he had never been a part of it.
"You understand that I will offer no protection? You will be a commoner among us," the emperor continued. Konan nodded, and for the first time in his life, he saw his father falter.