Is this a good beginning for the prologue to my novel?

What's your opinion? I' will greatly appreciate any advice you can give. Thanks! Seracklen Morallinen Royhellinen, Servant of the light, Keeper of the peace, The Father's sword, Protecter of the Empire's boundaries, son of Jarrick Royhellinen, and king of Drag'Nasia, walked intently towards his objective. The world's objective. He barely even heard the soldiors around him as they heartily cried their allegiaence to him. All of his attention was focused on what he gripped in his hand. He held it as if it was the world itself. In a way,it was. He attempted to take a deap breath to calm himself, but he only ended up coughing and wheezing from the soot that hung in the air until his lungs were totally empty. Not even that held his attention for long. The object in his hand- a gem with the most ornate carvings along it's breadth as Seracklen had ever seen- would save the world. It would save his Empire. And he knew that he marched not only to the world's salvation, but to his own doom as he continued through the crowd of ecstatic soldiors.