The Grand Emperor, Qin Shi Huang, wandered the palace of Valhalla, but he didn’t just walk the halls; he busted down walls that stopped his path. He was a leader. Wherever he declared was the road, it must morph for him. You stood in the garden of Valhalla, giving attention and care to birds who seemed to like you. The flowers and the trees stood firm in their thousands of years of existence. All was peaceful until the Emperor from earlier blasted a massive hole in the wall right next to you.