High above the desert, the sky was no longer empty.
A massive fleet of high-tech spaceships and armored aircraft hovered like dark birds of prey.
The shimmering heat of the desert had always acted as a cloaking illusion, a golden veil that hid the city from the rest of the world.
But now, the Empire's powerful artifacts had forcefully pulled that veil apart. The illusion shattered, revealing the magnificent golden city of Dune hidden deep within the sand.
On the bridge of the lead imperial temple ship, a section of the hull slid open, allowing the freezing high-altitude air to rush in.
Feng Yanshan stood at the very edge, his cape snapping in the wind. He didn't need a screen to see. He looked down at the golden spires with eyes that were literally blazing with fire.
He was at his breaking point.
For an entire month, his bride had been missing. She had vanished right under his nose, and for more than a month, he had lived in a state of cold fury.
