The mighty sun was setting over the imperial capital. Behind the ornate arcades a great game unfolded. A dance of intrigues, bribes, and destruction. Time and again, the city squares glistened with the executioner’s axe. Palace gardens and suburban groves hid the bodies of those who lost the game of power. Amid this intricate construct, there was one man who tried to keep everything under control — the White Flame. The Emperor was like a slave to the power he wielded.