ID: 206

Outcome: Great Victory

Open After Story: Yes

Manual Prompt: Yes

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Lapis floors gleam under scrubbed-away bloodstains. Tapestries bear witness to meticulous cleansing. The golden throne's spine reshapes itself to your frame.



A crown crafted anew from every gem wrested from the empire's soil catches fractured light. The old chapter lies buried where new sun ascends. Seated upon sovereignty's radiance, you who once endured scrutiny now pass judgment upon supplicants. Scribes etch your every breath into vellum - this age shall be named the Book of the New Sun.



You govern through the Sultan's shadow, where political quakes were muffled. Vital organs of state now pulse with creatures of your own making. To still the murmurs, your chosen ones bow to tradition's corpse, court petty functionaries' favor, indulge their coin-laden schemes. Let worms gorge while the harvest lasts. Let them dream of endless feasting.



Thus does the slumbering beast of empire shift its bulk without waking. They name you the New Sun. Let them pray you hang eternal in heaven's vault.

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