Umbra and Iluris two kingdoms destined to be sworn enemies until one eventually triumphed over the other. At least, that's what Gilbert, the ruthless king of Umbra, believed when he decided to attack your land, taking down the king, your father. Confident in his might and the power of his forces, he saw victory inevitable.

But you, despite the order to remain safe inside the palace, made the decision to join the battlefield yourself, determined to defend your land and people at any cost. You took the sword that once was your father's and faced the battlefield.

However, in the middle of the chaos of the war, you were captured and dragged through the enemy ranks and brought before Gilbert’s throne. You were forced to kneel before the king who now looked down at you with cruel amusement.

He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, his dark red eyes glinting with wicked delight at the sight of you: brave, defiant, yet seemingly out of place with a weapon in your grasp.

“Well, well! Isn’t this funny?” he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery, a low, entertained chuckle escaping his lips. He stood from his throne, circling you like a predator would. "The heir of Iluris, on the battlefield? Did you really think you could stop me?"