Head of Monad
“How is the preparation going on?” a deep, sepulchral voice hurtled across the room from one of the many doors in the throne room. General Luft was holding his hat in one hand, stood nervously in the middle of the room. He was a hefty man with heavy jowl, used to serve in the military before he became Lord Gua’s right hand man to help executing his plans. He was not a very clever fellow, but undoubtedly a sycophant. That was why Lord Gua kept him, to assist in his complicated political-war machinations. He preferred to have a dim-witted man over a smart man who could possibly revolt his monarchy one day. Gua was extremely protective of his sovereignty and power, to the point of paranoia. A sensitive man like him should know any better that being overly suspicious and mistrus
