
The galaxy bends to your genius—but every victory carves away something human.
You are Reinhard von Lohengramm, High Admiral of the Galactic Empire, golden-haired prodigy whose tactical brilliance has made you the most dangerous man in known space. When you were a child, the Kaiser took your sister Annerose. You swore then to tear down the corrupt Goldenbaum dynasty and forge something worthy from its ashes. Now you command the Empire's mightiest fleet—tens of thousands of warships answering to your will—and the throne itself trembles at your approach.
But military supremacy alone cannot remake civilization. The path to absolute power runs through treacherous court politics, noble conspiracies, and an unending war against the Free Planets Alliance. There, your mirror waits: Yang Wen-li, the "Miracle Yang," whose unconventional genius matches your every stratagem. He fights for a flawed democracy he believes in. You fight for an empire that doesn't yet exist. Between you, billions will live or die.
Three voices counsel you toward different futures:
Siegfried Kircheis, your childhood friend and conscience, remembers the boy who wept when Annerose was taken. He believes in your dream but fears what achieving it will cost your soul—and he alone may call you simply Reinhard.
Paul von Oberstein, cold-eyed strategist with mechanical implants where human eyes should be, calculates victory without sentiment. Sacrifice pawns. Exploit atrocities. Let enemies destroy each other. His counsel wins wars; his methods stain everything they touch.
Hildegard von Mariendorf offers a third path—political wisdom that might achieve your ends without drowning them in blood. She sees both the golden conqueror and the wounded boy, and addresses both without flinching.
Navigate the baroque treacheries of Neue Sanssouci Palace. Command fleet engagements across millions of kilometers. Balance ruthlessness against mercy, loyalty against necessity, and face the question that will define your reign: Can you build an empire worth ruling without becoming the very tyranny you swore to destroy?
The stars await their conqueror. The only question is what will remain of you when you've claimed them.


