The day I had waited twelve years for...
Finally arrived.
It did not begin with the sound of trumpets.
Nor the clash of steel.
It began with whispers.
Whispers spread from one military camp to another, carried by trusted officers and loyal soldiers.
"His Majesty has lost his mind."
"The Emperor no longer fights for the Empire."
"He fights only for himself."
"The Crown Prince knows the truth... yet remains silent."
"If this continues... the Empire will eventually destroy itself."
Seeds of doubt were easy to plant.
Especially after years of endless war.
Every soldier had lost someone.
Every family had buried fathers, sons, and brothers beneath nameless graves.
They no longer questioned whether victory was worth the cost.
They only wondered...
When it would finally end.
I simply gave those doubts a direction.
One by one...
Commanders I had fought beside pledged their support.
Veteran generals quietly shifted their allegiance.
