Ancient Sun Dynasty: Fallen!

As the Emperor was enjoying his new profound dynasty, a shadow fell across the Sun Palace, subtle at first but growing rapidly with an alarmingly fast pace.

Outside, the palace's sentinels stood rigid, their eyes scanning the horizon where an unnatural darkness began to coalesce, swirling like a tempest of pitch-black tar.

The first sentinel turned, his voice tight with urgency. "Your Majesty, something terrible has happened!" he called, but his words barely breached the thick walls of the chamber.

Inside, the Emperor continued, oblivious to the creeping danger, his laughter mingling with the soft giggles of his consorts.

It was a perfect morning, or so it seemed, until the first shadow fell across the sunlit threshold.

The darkness spilled like ink across the land, swift and silent.

It touched the flora, and within moments, the vibrant greens turned to ashen gray, their life force sucked dry.