*Click*
The door is shut. The rumors flooding in.
"The drought is worse this year."
"The Empire isn't doing anything."
"We're not getting anywhere."
"The Imperial Family's hogging all the water."
No one even disagrees because what they speak is the unfiltered truth. As long as no noble hears.
*Bang*
A body's found dead by repeated bashing against wall but no clue as to who. The boy I paid, killed by the butler. Brute force used to send a message that whatever you do, you shall always get punished.
*Boom*
The magicians new experiment failed. The magicians aren't progressing. Ever since the Orb came into picture, nothing is going anywhere. There was money poured into that project but none of it poured back out.
I haven't even done anything but the Empire falls.
But I don't want it to fall. It's my birthplace. My homeland. It shall stand strong... without the Imperial Family.
All night, the moonlight danced across the floorboards of my room.
All night, I silently watched it.
My headache pounding in my ears reminding that I've no time for this. That I must find more about my power. That I must work harder. That I must be better to get what I want in this world.
I softly whisper into the moonlight, into the air that'll take my words away before it's even heard "Life won't wait for me. I won't wait for it either."
Everything awakens.
Almost like it was waiting for me to say it.
Almost like it wants me to challenge the universe itself.
I can feel the power thrashing in me with nowhere to go out.
But how do I let it out?
How do I let it out without knowing what it is?
What if it jeopardizes my plan?
Everything became worse with the Orb.
I don't want it to become absolutely torturous.