It was the end of a world. On the one hand, the two hundred men of General Goru, tired, anxious to protect a small fortress in the South... On the other hand, the ten thousand men of Akuma, with arms raised to the sky, impatient with a victory that could not escape them... The battle was terrible! The blows were raining, the men fell... shouts from everywhere, the lakes of blood... In all logic, the armies loyal to the Emperor were defeated that day, signing the end of a reign of more than a hundred years. Only the north and some large cities were still free... but for how long?