"It's been such a long time. Is he even going to return?" In the lower world, a man sat on the golden dragon throne. "I don't know how long I can hold on. Things keep getting worse."
His face was distorted with frustration. Even though he was not in any immediate danger, he could feel the walls crumbling around him as he looked at the map of the Holy Continent.
The authority of the Holy Empire used to cover the entire Continent. Everything had changed since the uprisings began after his return from the conquest of the North.
On the map, most of the area was marked in red, which were the territories that had already gone beyond his control. Except for the Royal City and three nearby cities, almost everything had fallen to the rebels.
"I had thought that I would be able to enjoy my life, despite being a mere clone, after returning from the Northern Continent. I thought that the life of a Holy Emperor was more suited to me, where I could just hold the fort and relax. But this..."
