That changed fast enough when the big bad happened down south back home. A catastrophe ripped through his familiar life there, leaving nothing but scorched earth and shattered hearts behind him. He watched his world go up in flames, saw people who mattered slip away… **regret** hit hard, a raw ache that refused to fade.
So he poured every ounce of his being into rebuilding, finding purpose not in the original plan for "The Human Emperor" but through sheer force of will and some undeniable cleverness. He clawed his way up from nothing – despair itself – becoming one of those powerful figures commanding legions against destruction itself: **the Grand Marshal of the Central Plains**.
But even with triumphs under his belt, there was no stopping what would eventually bring everything crashing down again… **fate**, that unyielding thing. As inevitable failure loomed large once more, he saw the sky ignite in familiar flames – a blazing streak across the heavens marking "The Human Emperor".
This time? He wouldn't let it all go down in flames like before. The past couldn't be rewritten easily, but there was this fresh, terrifying chance now… **second chance** felt cold against his resolve.