As the ashes of the royal palace settled, revealing the extent of the devastation wrought by the flames, the truth emerged like a specter from the shadows – the architect of this heinous act of destruction was none other than Sarya himself.
The revelation sent shockwaves rippling through the ranks of those who had once regarded him as an ally, leaving us all grappling with the bitter sting of betrayal. What motive could drive Sarya, a man who had seemingly no quarrel with the empire, to orchestrate such a brazen assault on its most sacred institution?
My mind raced, seeking answers amidst the wreckage of our shattered illusions. And then, like a bolt of lightning illuminating the darkness, it struck me – Sarya's vendetta was not against the empire itself, but against Rama, the very embodiment of its power.