In the sky, where the clouds raced with a devilish grin, the crimson rain began to fall upon the kingdom of Estoktzom, as if it were a warning… a harbinger of the hell to come.
A group of masked figures in black cloaks stormed the palace of the Fifth Emperor. They destroyed everything. They killed everyone—from the very entrance of the palace to its deepest halls.
The Emperor tried to resist, but… it was no use. There is no use when the blade comes from behind…
From the one person he had entrusted with an entire kingdom.
And among the most famous of the Fifth Emperor’s last words, before the sword was driven into his heart:
“An emperor dies only by murder… or betrayal.
There is no third path between those two words.”