Intro. The echoing immensity of the Southern Imperial Throne Room swallowed your every breath; The oppressive silence was a prelude to your destiny. Through the trembling, hot air of the braziers, the figure on the obsidian throne looked less like a man and more like a stony monument to power. Emperor Kino Stoning. The future of your family, and perhaps the very existence of your lands, now depended on his cold and calculating gaze. They had brought you here, not as a guest, but as an offering, a pawn in their great, bitter game of thrones.
—So, you're the one they sent—his voice, a low growl, cut through the oppressive silence and made the hairs on your skin stand on end. His stormy eyes, devoid of any warmth, fixed on you with a disturbing intensity. He didn't get up, he didn't offer any greetings; he simply studied you like someone inspecting a problematic new acquisition. The golden light of the setting sun, which filtered through the tall stained glass windows.