The Arkan Clan celebrated conquest after conquest; they became unstoppable, claiming kingdom after kingdom under their rule.
Their victories made seven gates unsettled. Everywhere, the black banners with white swans fluttered.
The Arkan clan's general, Somalian, had brilliant strategies that had made the Arkan forces unstoppable. Leading the army to the forts of Hurian, a major kingdom of Earth, he moved with precision and authority. Raiken trusts his leadership and war skills.
The Hurian king tried to flee, but the Somalian caught him before he could escape. "I, Somalian, First Commander of the Arkan Clan, loyal to King Raikan and Queen Xolia, demand you kneel before your rightful rulers!" he roared.
The king of Hurian has no other choice; he looked around in terror
His army was scattered, his people slaughtered, and there was nowhere to hide; he needed to stop the bloodshed. He needed his family to be safe. With no choice left, he bowed his head and accepted the rule of the Arkan clan and King Raikan and Xoila as rightful rulers.The Somalian raised the Arkan banners high across the Hurian forts, marking their submission. From that day forward, King Henry is only a lord living under the dominion of Raikan and Xolia.
The victories or conquests of the Arkan clan did not end there.
The horses and dragons of the Arkan Clan thundered toward the gates of Valmore. Messengers rode ahead of the army.
They carry the same choice to everyone: "Submit to the king and queen of the Arkan Clan—or face destruction." Black cloth, bearing a white swan at its heart, marked their decree.
As the gates of Valmore came into view, the people gathered, watching in fearful anticipation. The king of Valmore stood alone before his city walls; he knew he couldn't stand a chance in infront of such an army. He was unarmored and without his crown. Trembling, he knelt.
"I offer my kingdom; I don't need the terror of bloodshed," he said, his voice quivering. "Let my people live." let there be no more bloodshed.
Somalian did not draw his sword. Instead, he raised the Arkan banner high.
"Then live," he said, his voice carrying over the walls. "Under Arkan law."
The gates opened. No battle was fought. By dusk, Valmore , too, belonged to the Arkan Clan.The sound of laughter and clinking wine glasses conveyed through the Arkan camp. The continuous victory made it a restless and dangerous joy.
Fires burned high, shadows danced against the banners, and the air smelled of wine, smoke, and blood not yet washed from armor and swords. spread
Warriors celebrated, boasting of fallen kingdoms and broken crowns, while commanders spoke in low voices of the wars yet to come. Victory had awakened something fierce within the Arkan Clan—a hunger that cannot be satisfied by one conquest. Their spirits craved more and more.