The majestic empire of Aruza sprawls across vast expanses of land, its grandeur and power awe-inspiring.
At its heart lies the capital city, Erador, a marvel of ancient architecture. Towering walls, crafted from stone and steel, encircle the city, safeguarding its inhabitants from the outside world.
Within Erador, a second, inner wall separates the regal palace from the noble quarters, a physical reminder of the rigid social hierarchy.
The royals, residing within the palace walls, reign supreme, their authority unchallenged.
A third, outer wall demarcates the noble districts from the commoner's quarters, a clear division between privilege and poverty. Beyond this final barrier, the city's slums cling to the outskirts, a testament to the empire's neglect.
Here, the downtrodden struggle to survive, their lives a constant battle against hardship and despair.
Despite its grandeur, Aruza's mighty walls cannot conceal the empire's deep-seated social and economic disparities.
As the empire's rulers bask in luxury, the marginalized masses eke out a meager existence, a stark reminder of the empire's failings.
The sky around the empire darking,as a lone figure ambled toward the gate of the first wall, his slouching gait and reliance on a cane conveyed an air of vulnerability.
However, the two soldiers stationed at the gate were about to discover that appearances can be deceiving.
The soldiers stepped forward, questioning the man's identity. But before they could even finish their inquiry, the man's demeanor transformed.
He raised his head, and his grey hair cascaded down his fair skin. His eyes turned a menacing blood red, and the soldiers' skin began to wither and dry up. They crumpled to the ground, lifeless.
The old man's voice was low and ominous as he declared, "Let the hunt begin." And with that, he vanished into thin air.
The Aruza Empire was thrown into chaos as growls and roars echoed across the land. The soldiers prepared for battle, knowing they faced a formidable foe.
In a lavish throne room, a knight clad in red armor approached the Emperor, kneeling before him. "Your Majesty, the first wall has been breached, and the beasts have invaded our city."
The Emperor's face turned ashen with shock. "Mobilize our entire army," he ordered. "If that's not enough, recruit male commoners to fight for our empire and protect me."
The knight's expression turned contemptuous as he rose to his feet. "You're unfit to rule, Your Majesty," he said, his voice dripping with disdain.
As the Emperor's insults hung in the air, the knight continued his deliberate stride toward the throne. The Emperor's bravado crumbled, replaced by fear that consumed him. He stumbled backward, falling to the ground.
The knight halted his approach, and his appearance began to shift. His fair skin darkened to an inky black, while his black hair blazed with fiery red locks.
The once-polished armor withered away, revealing a sleek black luxury suit that hugged his lean physique.
As he turned to face the Emperor, his piercing red eyes locked onto his father's terrified gaze. The Emperor's eyes widened in shock, and he stumbled to his feet.
The resemblance between the two men was undeniable – the same piercing eyes, the same sharp jawline.
The son's voice dripped with venom as he spoke, "Father, I know this is...shocking, but I need you dead." The Emperor's face contorted in anguish as he asked, "Why, my son? Why would you wish to kill me?"
The son's laughter sent shivers down the Emperor's spine. "You don't need to know the truth, Father. All you need to know is that you're unfit to rule the Aruza Empire."
The Emperor's rage boiled over, and he slapped his son across the face.
The son's eyes blazed with fury, and the Emperor's hand twisted at an unnatural angle.
As the Emperor gazed at the figure before him, he burst into laughter, realizing it wasn't his son at all.
"Reveal yourself!,I know my son hasn't mastered his wind type abilities like this" he commanded, his voice dripping with amusement.
The mysterious figure smiled, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Your real problem, Emperor, is that you have no idea how many people want you dead, but you are indeed valuable to me so I can't allow them to get to you."
The Emperor's expression turned boastful, and he began to regale the stranger with tales of his conquests. "I have brought empires to their knees, expanded our dominion, and crushed all opposition!"
But as the Emperor spoke, the stranger's features began to shift and contort, like clay molded by an invisible hand. The Emperor's eyes widened in shock as the stranger's face transformed into that of the old man from the gate, the one with the piercing red eyes.
The Emperor's laughter died on his lips, replaced by a chill of fear. He realized too late that he had underestimated the stranger, and that his boasts of power and conquest were nothing but a fragile facade.
The old man closes the distance between them as the emperor body began to wither, drying up like a prune.
The man's voice was laced with disdain as he spoke, "Down goes the Emperor but not the Empire?"
The old man turns his back on the emperor's lifeless body
"To me, you're nothing, but you did do a good job conquering empires.I'll make sure your son continues from where you stopped"
...★Ŗ𝕠𝖓_Gŗ𝕚m𝖌ã𝔯 ᭢ꪶ...
Within the secure confines of the three walls of the Aruza Empire, citizens gathered in temples adorned with runes that displayed vivid images of the royal capital city, Erador.
Amidst the bustling streets, a stately black and red carriage, emblazoned with the Aruza family crest – a majestic spiral black dragon – came into view.
The crown prince, accompanied by his mother, emerged from the castle, flanked by a contingent of soldiers who escorted the prince to the carriage.
As the carriage navigated the castle grounds, it eventually came to a stop at its designated departure point.
The crown prince alighted from the carriage and was met by a dignified priest, who proceeded to sanctify his body.
With reverence, the crown prince knelt before the priest, who acknowledged him with the esteemed title, "Emperor Valtor of the Estelar Royal Family."
The citizens of the empire erupted into jubilation awaiting the rule of the new Emperor Estelar Valtor.
The scene shifted, revealing a grand, luxurious hall with a long table adorned with 29 seats.
A solitary figure occupied one of the seats, lost in thought. Suddenly, a flustered man burst into the room, bearing urgent news: "Valtor has emerged as the new Emperor of the Aruza Empire!"
The man's face broke into a knowing smile as he declared, "It's time for me to introduce myself to the young Emperor."
In the third inner walls of the Aruza Empire protecting the commoners,A trio of men clad in black suits,boarded a carriage departing from the Aruza Empire.
Their journey took them through the mountains, where they disembarked and approached a tree.
One of the men produced a stone from his pocket and placed it on the tree trunk, triggering a hidden mechanism.
The tree's exterior swung open, revealing a concealed entrance. The three men stepped inside and descended into a vast, secret region.
The area was teeming with various structures, each adorned with a distinctive crest: a cross with a flames circle.
The men entered a large residence, where they were greeted by numerous suited individuals, identical in attire.
They were escorted to a room, where a man with fair skin, black and white streaked hair, and a few facial hairs awaited their arrival.
The three men reported the coronation of Valtor to the man, who listened intently, his expression stunned.
"I didn't expect Arinethar Valyrian to dispose of Valtor's father, Emperor Vorat, so easily," he remarked.
One of the men spoke up, "Master Kieran, none of us did but even at that we mustn't let our guard down"
The man glared at the three men standing before him,he gets up from his seat.
"As we know Arinethar Valyrian is not to be trusted and if he killed Vorat so soon then that means in due time he will recruit Voltear to join him"
Just then one of the men spoke up."what's the next step,Master Kieran ?"
With the three men fixed on their Master Kieran,he takes his time and gives them a calculated response, "Get me Eldrid Maricel. I need his brains."