At the imperial castle, Emperor Rogg, seated on his gigantic turquoise crystal throne, received important information from one of his warriors. Far away in the lands of Venadyl, a ray of darkness linked the heavens, as the warrior bent his knee in front of the emperor to share his fears.
The emperor, named Rogg, was the 2nd son of the previous emperor, and had been chosen for his fighting skills, which surpassed those of his brothers. His body was like a diamond, and he wore a red-and-white, reinforced woollen robe, slippers and a majestic crown of gold and precious gems.
His face showed a few wrinkles, demonstrating an advanced age, his expression seemed firm, merciless and the hair absent from his head.
He looked much older than his big brother Goan, but his body and the gleam of his blue eyes showed great power and vitality.
Honoring the emperor's name, Rogg, the new capital was built in the center of the empire, where the old capital, Oossas, lay toward the northern seas.
The Moon Palace, a structure that rivals the old capital's Palace of Bones in size, was in fact far superior, thanks to the materials used in its construction and, above all, to the participation of dwarf workers brought in from the only neighboring territory allied to the giants, in the south, offering detailed knowledge and expertise in terms of construction.
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The interior of the palace seemed dark and light at the same time, but the throne shone with a bluish light that seemed almost sinister.
The warrior waited with bent knees, head bowed, watching the gloomy floor.
Rogg, curious, got up to see for himself, dismissing the warrior with a wave of his hand, and moved towards the 3rd-floor balcony. It was the first time such a thing had happened, he thought, as his eyes riveted on the ghastly scene.
-Magic?” said the emperor in a serious tone.
His advisors, who followed him, aquiesced. It was magic, they said, powerful magic, although they didn't actually know the damage it would cause to the empire.
-Should we launch a full-scale offensive? suggested one of the advisors.
-No, Rogg replied sharply.
-Let's prepare to defend our lands. Strengthen our defenses and bring to me all my great generals.
From the balcony, Rogg and his advisors continued to watch in silence, the emperor seemed to observe a tiny blue glow mingling with the tenebrous beam, as he was about to signal this to his advisors he was interrupted by the arrival of a warrior carrying important news. He ran up the steps towards the balcony, sweating as he began to lower himself to the ground as the emperor interrupted him.
-A message from the wise? Speak up!
-Yes, your highness, the sage is telling us that the enemy's capital is on fire!
In the blue flames, the glorious palace of Ygretamuaht burned, strange, almost lifelike flames engulfed everything. The capital was transformed into a bluish furnace.
No sound, no life, only the sound of the flames devouring the history of Venadyl.