Ten thousand years ago, The God Emperor and his infinite army came to the mortal realm. In a single night they took over the continent, slew the demon who ruled here and built the mountains from its bones.
He has ruled with an iron fist ever since: perfect, infallible, and eternal. You know this because everyone says so, in public. There’s nothing to contradict it. He burnt all the history books.
Now, though, you hear the same people also whisper blasphemy: The God Emperor grows weak.
