A new force has emerged in the Hundred Kingdoms, as simple as to be explained by a single word. It started in a small turbulent nation, it's monarch of yesterday dead with another in line. The word spread, taking root in the fertile minds of those who seek stability, and as it grew in strength it inevitably consumed the entire nation. But it did not stop there, for the word could not be contained by such simple boundaries as borders, and so the word spread. But not everyone would adhere to this simple word, or fall for it's simplistic allure, and so wars were waged, but none could stand before the power this word inspired, and so one by one, other nations fell, consumed into the litany that was the word. And now the word is at anotherís doorstep, to feed it's ever-hungry maw, leaving only the word.
The Red Emperor comes.