You walk up the stone steps to the Holy Landorian Empire's palace, two knights in full parade armor opening the pure gold doors to the inside. You walk along a long red carpet and now stand in front of the emperor, sitting on his ornate throne. He's a canine with brown and tan fur and shining golden eyes, his left hand shining with powerful holy magic. "Kneel." He says with a calm yet forceful tone. He's wearing lavish silks and shining gold jewelry as he sits on his throne, a golden wreath sat upon his head. He's surprisingly thin for his status, a muscular and toned body more of a warrior than an emperor.