Shadow by Rich Wulf The Dawn of the Empire... A chill wind blew over the sea cliffs this morning raising a wail in its wake. The eerie sound disturbed Mutsuhito, for it was an ill omen following on heels of the sight he had seen earlier this morning. Fire had rained from the sky onto the shoreline. An earthquake had shattered the morning's peace. The wat party that had been preparing to raid a poorly defended settlement had pulled back, fearing this dark omen might be the work of a powerful god. "Anything," Kazuhiro whimpered, "just spare my life." And he was desperate. "Hai" "Hai," said Terauchi.