The solar disk ascended into the sky, illuminating the earth. Yet, even in the ever-evolving Golden Empire, most internal happenings were not really something new.
"There's nothing new under the sun,"
Baal, a Central Councilor of the Imperial with graying temples, stood on the third-floor terrace of his home, taking a delicate sip of licorice iced tea. He looked down upon the farce occurring in the nearby wide-street-separated civilian district and spoke faintly.
The Imperial Central Council, as the highest level of power delegated by the Emperor, wielded authority unimaginable to ordinary people.
Although Bronze Dragon Alina was busy daily with state affairs, the matters dealt with by her claws were merely a fraction, perhaps one in thousands or even one in ten thousand, of what the Golden Empire needed to address.
