After nearly twelve long years- Year five hundred fifty-five After the Coronation- within the Mid Regions of Sector one hundred- The battlefield trembled. Claaaang.
clatter. metal grinding like thunder.
Caesar stood motionless, yet his presence alone felt like a silent command over the raging chaos that unfolded beneath him. His hands rested calmly behind his back-an emperor observing fate itself unfold.
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