"Yes, but each one ended worse than the last."
Adira spoke with a kind of cold indifference, "About twenty years ago, there was a large-scale wave of rebellion, but it was brutally suppressed by the Empire."
"All participants and their descendants were branded, exiled, or enslaved in the harshest and darkest places, enduring endless exploitation."
Ye Mingqiu fell silent.
Clearly, the Empire's real power is likely even stronger than it appears on the surface. He couldn't believe that there weren't intelligent people among the Rebels who understood the risks involved in resisting.
So it's more probable that the Three Great Empires possess power and influence beyond what they imagined, making resistance completely impossible for them.
Then, his gaze turned to the boy who had been quietly standing beside them.
"By the way, have you thought about what name you want to take in the future?" Ye Mingqiu asked.
"Hikari."
