The red transmitter continued to flash with a bright, blood-red light as the voice of Chancellor Vane echoed across the courtyard stones.The tiny metal speaker box shook on the dirty ground, making a very high and angry squeaking sound that hurt the ears.The rain fell very hard from the dark clouds, but it could not wash away the scary words coming from the box lines.Chancellor Vane is the absolute supreme head of the multi-trillion-dollar Imperial High Palace Council that secretly controls the national banking grids.He sat inside his grand golden office room far away in the city center, his fingers tapping on a giant mahogany desk panel.He had more gold money than all the provinces combined, and his word could start a big war in less than one second."Your small provincial Vanguard Group has exactly twelve hours to hand over the Sovereign Ring, or we will freeze every drop of clean water and medicine in the state," Vane sneered."You think you are a king because you broke my lit