The Ashes of Empire Saga

When Alexander the Great’s body began to rot, so did the world that believed in him. The empire did not fall; it dissolved—from loyalty into appetite, from divinity into rumor. Babylon became a crucible where ambition, grief, and faith melted together and could no longer be separated.

Ashes of Empire: Ghost Emperor is the first volume in a cycle that follows that dissolution. It inhabits the moment when generals became kings, widows became conspirators, and every act of devotion turned violent. The body of the god-king is both relic and weapon; the struggle to bury him is the struggle to define what remains of humanity.

This is not historical reconstruction. It is myth under autopsy—a study of how civilizations die and what stories they invent to feel immortal. Every scene, every betrayal, is drawn from the record but rendered as fever dream: grief made policy, ritual made war.

History ends here not with prophecy but with echo—a sound of empires learning how to beg for meaning.
Ghost Emperor is that echo, caught in fire.