The world held its breath, none dared speak.

"Emperor Belthius is dead, long live emperor..."

They all wanted the high priest to finish. They begged with hearts and hilts gripped.

Their desire never came though.

All looked to an empty throne and an empty crown.

Whispered fears began to creep.


And thus my word in its current state. The emperors throne sits empty and thus interregnum

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