In a ruined chamber with no torches enlightening the room but the rays of sun, some people are holding a meeting. That chamber has several torn tapestries but has a symbol of a certain civilization. There are pillars, sustaining the already holed roofs. None will ever know when they will crumble. In the edge of that room, sits a large mossy chair. The chair has gold clasped around it, and the size of the chair itself qualifies as a mighty throne.
In that creepy throne room, there are only four people holding the forementioned meeting.
Three of them, wearing knightly armors, bow before a man who dons the same type of theirs, but in silver. The only difference between the man and those three people, is a cyan cape that enwraps the man’s armor. A symbol is adorned on the cape.
It is the symbol of the Sacranopolis Royalty.
The man before them is the leader, the Emperor of Sacranopolis.