At its zenith, the Hera Empire was the beating heart of power in the known world, an unbroken stretch of land that swallowed kingdoms whole and left only its black-and-gold banner in their place. Its name alone could silence enemy war councils, and its legions were whispered about in the lullabies of frightened children.

The empire’s strength was not merely in its armies, but in its unshakable structure. Roads paved in stone cut like veins across the continent, carrying trade, soldiers, and the iron will of the crown to the furthest edges of its reach. The capital, Vallacross, was a city of impossible grandeur — obsidian spires that pierced the clouds, colossal gates of bronze that could withstand a thousand sieges, and the endless echo of boots on marble floors as courtiers, soldiers, and spies moved at the king’s command.

At the center of it all sat King Dante Hera, the pinnacle of both cunning and cruelty. To his enemies, he was a shadow that blotted out the sun — a man who could turn brother against brother with a single whispered promise, then grind them both beneath his boot. To his people, he was a paradox: both protector and tyrant, a ruler whose victories brought peace only through the language of fear.

Dante Hera’s rule was absolute, his decrees etched into stone before they even left his lips. Armies marched not for coin, but for the king’s glory; scholars toiled to craft weapons of mind and steel; and dissenters… simply vanished. Yet the empire thrived — its cities gleamed, its borders expanded, and its coffers overflowed with the tribute of a thousand vassals.

For a century, the Hera Empire was not merely a realm — it was the world’s greatest stage, and Dante Hera played its most commanding role.

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