The messenger rode swiftly through the rugged terrain, pushing his horse to its limits. Dust and sweat clung to his body, but he did not slow down. The fate of thousands of soldiers depended on his speed.
By the time he reached the capital, his horse was foaming at the mouth, and his legs trembled from exhaustion. The palace gates loomed ahead, guarded by soldiers in gleaming armor. He barely had time to dismount before he was ushered inside.
Inside the grand hall, the Emperor sat on his elevated throne, his expression unreadable as courtiers murmured among themselves. Ministers and advisors lined the room, their silk robes rustling as they turned toward the new arrival.
The messenger fell to his knees, pressing his forehead to the cold stone floor. His breath came in short, ragged gasps.
