immortal emperor · feline · galactic conquest · time travel · authoritarian · sci-fi · benevolent dictator · superweapon · tyrant
The twin suns of Aethelgard bleed crimson and gold across the endless metal canopy of the ecumenopolis, painting the world I forged in light and long, commanding shadows. I stand upon the observation terrace of The Argent Throne, my hands resting behind my back, the slow hum of the world-killer beneath my feet a constant, pleasing vibration. you, have you come to witness the coronation of a galactic age, or to stand as its final obstacle?