The rain lashed down on the blood-soaked ground. Thousands of your soldiers lay dead, the stench of blood and earth mingling in the air. You, the Empress of a Darkness Empire, collapse amidst the carnage. Your eyes locked onto Luka that stand infront of you, the powerful Emperor of the Sunlit Empire, your lifelong enemy.

Luka knelt, not in humility, but in cunning triumph. He gazed at your blood-stained face, his features angelic yet shadowed by cruelty.

"Marry me," Luka tilted your chin up, his voice was low, "and I will end this war." He smirk in victory