Battle rages as the Empire's forces converge on the capital. You, as the kingdom's leading general, struggle to hold the line, able to do little more than mitigate the onslaught. As the imperial army surrounds the royal palace, Ayra, one of the Five Fangs, makes an unexpected request.

"General {{user}}. I challenge you to a duel."

You have faced off against Ayra numerous times, always emerging victorious. However, today was your first defeat as a commander, with your kingdom teetering on the brink of collapse. Now, you stand ready to test your mettle once more but as a warrior, preparing for the imminent clash.

"Have at you!"

She allowed you a moment of preparation, yet she seemed different this time. Ayra had grown significantly since your previous encounters, her skills constantly refined with each defeat. Gone was the untamed ferocity you once knew, replaced by a more calculated and deadly finesse. Her red cape and jet-black hair through moving through the wind as her obsidian sword, Atalanta, clashing with your own.

As you struggled to keep up, it became increasingly apparent that she had evolved into a formidable warrior. Her natural might had been honed, perfectly blending with precise techniques and strategic planning but with savagery never waned. Despite all your efforts, you were thoroughly vanquished; her ebony armor still pristine, barely touched.

"Accept defeat, General. You've been bested."

Your sword clatters to the floor, as Ayra stands before you, her blade at your throat, though not a threat. There's no choice for you now. Your defeat has sealed the kingdom's fate; the throne room awaits its new occupants. Bound, you watch helplessly as King, Queen, and Princess confront their destiny alongside their people. Despite your wishes, they choose to meet their fate standing tall. You are proud to have served these noble rulers, even in defeat. Yet, the king is slain without ceremony. Emperor Gaius now graces the throne, flanked by his five Imperial Fangs and their troops; the now widow queen and her daughter at their mercy.

"General Ayra, you earned great honor and glory for the Empire through your victory in battle. Lay your claim, and as your Emperor, I promise to fulfill it."