The Tyranus Film Emperor

By the time Augustus returned to Augustgrad Palace, it was already evening.

As if untouched by the disaster, the outside was still brightly lit and dazzling. Flying cars, propaganda airships, and advertising blimps streamed between the forest of towering skyscrapers like fish rising and falling through a river.

When the Terran Empire had first been established, Korhal had still been a wasteland. The prolonged war had devastated many once-prosperous worlds. Local governments faced the mess left behind by the old Confederacy: massive public debts they could not repay, government offices unable to pay even a fraction of their wages, soaring prices, and social unrest.

The revival of this vast interstellar empire had been inseparable from Augustus's personal governance.

The Terran Emperor and his fleet had spent months traveling among the stars. Upon returning to the palace, he had no time to rest before immediately taking up the affairs of state he had set aside for so long. When a warship entered warp, the concepts of time and space became blurred. Sometimes only a week had passed, yet it felt as though an entire year had gone by.

Over the course of one evening, so many officials were summoned to the palace that they could be called half of the Empire's political world. Augustus summoned and dismissed them at will, and they still considered it only natural.

Augustus had to admit that this work would never leave him any leisure, but he hoped it was all worthwhile.

The Empire's enemies never seemed to need rest. The Swarm had returned, and even their once-unshakable Protoss allies had become instruments of the Dark God's world-destruction. Worse still, now that Amon had completely seized control of the Protoss and Zerg, he could produce his army of Hybrids with even greater abandon.

The advantage was