The East Peninsula has undergone significant changes in the last few decades. The proud Daongboyou Kingdom was gone, and even the great Han Dynasty—once thought unshakable—had been forced to retreat before the rise of a new and unexpected power.
That power was Goguryeo.
What had once been a scattering of tribes—mounted warriors, rice farmers, wandering migrants—was now a formidable kingdom. A people forged from many ethnicities, bound together by resilience, ambition, and the promise of prosperity. Over its capital city rose flags emblazoned with the symbol of the black three-legged crow, the divine totem of their rule.
On this day, those flags rippled like waves of fire in the wind above a palace courtyard packed with tens of thousands. Drums thundered, flutes sang, and the pounding of feet echoed as dancers in brilliant colors whirled around. The air itself seemed to hum with excitement, the celebration of a new crown prince.
