"Father… what are we going to do?"
Emperor Shojar shook his head slowly.
"Our Great Western Desert Empire has stood for many, many years," he said quietly. "Many of our ancestors came close to stepping into B rank. Our empire's defenses, our armies, our formations… they have protected this land for generations."
He walked to the edge of the balcony and looked out across the endless dunes of the desert.
"But against something like this… none of it matters. Against an actual B rank we are all but ants. Atleast Alzara is safe."
Zorthan's face stiffened on hearing that name. "Unbelievable! Even in this situation, you are only thinking of her! Someone like you is not at all fit to be the Emperor." The guy's eyes were reddened and he furiously spat out but the Emperor did not care.
