Every few months, he would descend.

He would come to the city not with pomp, but with purpose. Dressed in simple garments that bore the marks of wind and snow, The Kaiser walked with a quiet authority that turned heads and quieted whispers. He visited the old scholars, traded stories with street poets, and once, delivered a lecture on particle entanglement that left even the professors speechless.

But he never stayed long. His visits were like lightning in the night sky: brilliant, rare, and unforgettable.