A grim and oppressive silence filled the grand throne room of the Umbrionis Void Empire.
Two armoured soldiers knelt stiffly before the towering obsidian throne, their foreheads slightly lowered, yet their trembling eyes betrayed the fear gripping their hearts. They dared not raise their gaze to meet the crimson stare of the Empress herself.
"The Grace... is gone, Your Majesty," one of them finally said, his voice shaky and dry, breaking the suffocating stillness that had settled over the chamber like a shroud.
Seated atop the throne, Empress Mary leaned forward slightly, her regal posture as commanding as ever, though her red eyes narrowed in cold disbelief.
"Impossible," she muttered, her tone low, "The Grace cannot simply vanish into nothingness. It has existed since the day this empire was born..."
