And so, the conflict escalated.
For those who had survived all the way from the Old World, those who later followed their Female Host and became Jailers, were almost all the most loyal members of the Old Guard from Violet's era. They would never allow anyone to disrespect their eternal King.
It was on that very day that the Violet Empire was reconstituted. The former seven Great Lords became the Four Kings Council, and the Empire returned.
They intervened personally, crushing the tide that had swept through the entire era.
And from that point onward.
A new ruling order stood above the entire Main Universe. They suppressed resistance through sheer force, allowing no voice in this era to disparage their former King.
And it worked.
In a world where even Demigods were rare, there was no hope of making so much as a ripple against Violet's Old Guard, almost all of whom had become semi-Disorderly Existence beings.
And so.
The slander and curses fell silent, and the sparks of resistance and revolution died out.
It seemed.
Everything was back on track.
But the ideals of the old days still existed. Yet from the moment those ideals became dogma, everything seemed to undergo a subtle, indescribable change.
Ravens continued to rise, only they had lost some of the people's faith.
Tyranny would still be destroyed, only Violet remained eternal.
And all of this continued for more than a dozen generations.
Until one day.
Like a spark kindled by fate, a rising star emerged in that era, defying the tide. He did not seek to rule or oppress, leaving Raven with no grounds to intervene. He traveled from world to world, steadily shaking the foundations of the Violet Empire's rule across the great Star Domains.
Even as countless imperial troops hunted him,