Deserve a Break

The Holy Temple, once a symbol of divine authority and unshakable power, now stood fractured. The arrest of the head priest and several elders had sent shockwaves throughout the Empire.

Some were delighted, how could they not be? After all, when they sought help from the temple to heal their loved ones, they were cruelly turned away. So this tragedy was a celebration to some.

Whispers of treason echoed in the grand halls, and the heavy iron gates of the imperial dungeons were now closed behind men who once wielded untouchable influence. No one knew how this powerful man had been a mere puppet except a few.

And those would not dare to reveal it. The world did not need to know about certain things.

Edward seethed within the confines of his quarters in the secluded section of the temple. His sanctuary, usually a place of peace and strategic thinking, was now suffocating.