• It was September 11th, at the center of the world temple where all the Royalty, all of the Emperors and Emperesses lived ever since E-day.

    Known as the Bushwhackers, these emperors ruled the world… until now. A resistance was forming and their first act as a resistance would cause panic and devastation across the kingdom. People wached their bright screens, waiting, dreading, hoping. Some hoped the rumours where true, others did not.

    The king, emperor, great ruler of all, was dead, gone to the Earth, as all his ancestors had before him. But, this time was different, just like the first, but far more dreadful. It was a premature death.

    Numbering 110, he had no heirs nor family to carry on the name. He was the last to fall to the sky. The torment ended on the day it began.

    90 cheered, 10 despaired. A dark sheet of evil and injustice was lifted, and the people, for the first time in a gods age, saw the light and felt the sun.

    But… an eclipse would soon come that would blind the people from the sun