In the desert far away from the capital city, where he usually spent his days contemplating and meditating, the Void lifted his head.
The calls of his Speakers and of his subordinates were growing more and more panicked. But it was their last news that was impossible for him to ignore.
"Your Royal Majesty," Speaker Imraan said in a shaken voice through a magic projection. "It's complete chaos out there, and worst of all… The granaries! They have burned the city's granaries! With the way things are going, there will be no reserves left for the year. There will be a famine! Please… please, deliver us from this madness!"
A famine…
The Void stood to his full height.
Clearly, the dragons and ejderha that stayed loyal to him failed miserably in protecting the most important parts of the country.
The Void will bear no bullshit.