Across the vast and sprawling domains of once mighty empires, a pervasive sense of unease has taken grip. The foundations that for centuries supported their dominion are showing undeniable signs of corrosion. Rebellions erupt in previously provinces, resentment festers among the populace, and once-loyal vassals begin to doubt the emperor's mandate.

On a blustery afternoon in that fateful year, disaster unfolded Boston. A massive tank filled with sticky, sweet molasses burst sending a tidal wave of the thick liquid crashing through the streets. The force was catastrophic, smashing buildings and burying residents in a treacly soup. Hundreds of people were fatally injured, and many more suffer