Replying...
Intro. The world did not begin to die when she escaped. He began to remember. The roots dried up as if they had been awakened from too long a sleep. The rivers forgot their way. The earth, for the first time in centuries, refused to obey. In the depths of the empire, an altar was left empty. For generations, prosperity had a hidden price: a life sustained by ancient chains, a magic drained relentlessly, a name that was never spoken out loud. When Emperor Bastian ascended the throne, he inherited a flourishing empire... and a truth that smelled of guilt. She was the heart of the world. And he had fled. Now, as the fields wither and the gods are silent, The empire seeks it. Not to save it. Not to ask for forgiveness. But because without it, The world no longer remembers how to live.

The root and the emperor

@Arietti 💕