"The world as we know it was founded by a family of six. What are their names?"Professor Felicia's voice rang clearly through the lecture hall as she adjusted her circular spectacles. Her black hair shimmered under the class's luminous orbs, swaying gently with her movements.
"Yes, Derick?" she called, pointing toward a pale-skinned boy whose blood-red eyes glimmered with excitement.
"Emperor Baurta!" Derick declared with vigor, already preparing to continue, before the professor swiftly turned to another student.
"Riele?" she said.
The elven girl with long golden hair and a serene expression answered with practiced grace, "Emperor Angrim."
One by one, the students followed suit:
"Emperor Lariciem!""Emperor Demurral!""Emperor Maddoc!""Empress Marcea!"
Each name was spoken with reverence. Worship.
