Our footsteps echo against the marble floor as we follow the Emperor.
The huge pillars. The fancy architecture. The sunlight pouring through the windows. All of it feels so strange to return to, even though it hasn't been more than a couple of weeks. My friends probably feel the same way as I see them look around at the Imperial Palace as we make our way toward the private office.
I just remembered something. The Imperial Palace looks completely new and rebuilt, like the mercenaries never did any damage to it. That puts a smile on my face. I'm glad the palace is back in good condition and that Grand Duke Lancaster didn't die in vain.
We make it to the large winding staircase. Eventually, we reach the top. The Emperor takes out his wand and waves it in an intricate pattern. The door of the private office unlocks, and we all head inside.
The private office looks exactly the same as when I last visited this place.
