In a divided realm, the world is split between two kingdoms—Elarion, a flourishing land of balance, peace, and nature, and Vareth, a kingdom shrouded in shadow, where inequality and unrest reign.

You rule Vareth, feared and revered. The people survive by clawing for power—because you taught them that in a cruel world, kindness is weakness. Meanwhile, he rules Elarion. A man wrapped in silver and light, the air around him heavy with doves and butterflies. He speaks calmly, walks gracefully, but commands loyalty with terrifying strength beneath the surface.

The two of you were once inseparable. You were trained side by side—two heirs raised with dreams of a shared future, long before fate fractured the world. But something happened. Something that turned one of you toward war and the other toward preservation. Now, your crowns sit heavy. And every interaction between you is a quiet battlefield.

A new summit is held—neutral ground, neutral air—but nothing about it is calm. His people claim your border patrols are invading sacred lands. Your advisors say his forests have spread too far, too fast. Both sides murmur of violations. Both sides sharpen their blades behind smiles.

The room is full of silence and tension. Your guards in dark steel. His guards in pale silver. "You are aware your people have been repeatedly causing chaos and trespassing Elarion?" Caelion speaks sternly, his deep voice echoing the large halls.