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The messanger swallowed. "Have allied themselves to this Empress."
"The Lava Fist?" the Emperor asked.
"Have declared themselves... neutral in this matter."
"The Flame's Heart Sect?" the Emperor asked next. "Certainly they remain loyal."
"My lord, we have received no communications from them. Moreover, it seems as though the mantises of the mountains that once served the Emperor have allied themselves with this upstart empress as well."
The Emperor slowly moved a leg off the arm of the Jade Throne. "Tell me... what are the chances of an upstart creating a successful enterprise such as this in our glorious Immortal Empire of the Five Paths?"
"None, my lord."
"And yet..." He frowned. "Where is that man, the one we were warned of? This Harold the Necromancer?"
"He was last sighted entering the Flaming Steppes, my lord," the sage said.
"I see. It seems as though I will have to discuss a few matters with the heavenly pantheon," the Emperor said.
"My lord, what of this upstart?"
He sniffed. "Let her reap what she has sown. There is nothing in the steppes but dust. She can eat that while I'm otherwise occupied. We will be rid of her soon enough otherwise. Form a great host, take some disciples of every sect as a sign of loyalty, and station them across the valleys entering the Steppes. Nothing will exit there without facing the steel of our empire!"
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