“Peace is not the absence of conflict. As conflict is the very nature of mankind, peace just means having a bigger stick than the others...”
An empire fractured. A brotherhood broken.
The clouds of an inevitable war loomed over the realm. On one side stood ambition and betrayal; purpose and honor fought on the other.
“It was these walls that let our village burn, Prince...”
Bitterness nestled the moment they met— a fragile bond, tested and shattered. The fort stood, the throne survived, but the apocalypse was yet to hit. Kaelith disappeared into the shadows that night, but what returned was not the Grand Prince of the Southern Horde. His eyes no longer shone with pride; instead, they were as hollow as a black hole. His soul had been corrupted and...