Weeks had passed since the day that the Indian delegation began their long journey home. Currently, the Regent of the Anangpur Empire Chandra Tomara stood within the confines of the Imperial Palace, in the northwestern corner of the Indian Subcontinent. While his nephew was technically the Emperor, he was, in the fact, the one who held all the power that remained within the hands of his dynasty.
In his hands was an ancient scroll which contained a prophecy as foretold by an obscure oracle whose name had been lost to history. However, one thing was certain: every word that this prophet spoke had come to pass throughout the course of history. This included the rise of the Anangpur Empire, the centuries of prosperity they had lived through, and its eventual decline.