Alecton. The name echoed like a storm across the battlefield, feared not only by enemies but by those who called themselves his allies. It wasn’t just a name; it was a symbol of unyielding power, of a man who stood tall above all others. He was Korynthos' strongest warrior, unmatched in skill, precision, and savagery. His mere presence on the battlefield struck fear into the hearts of those who dared oppose him. His reputation had grown so vast that many believed as long as Alecton stood, Korynthos would never fall. He had led the Korynthians to victory time and again, each war solidifying his status as a living legend, a walking embodiment of the god of war himself.

You, royalty of Argonaia, knew the tales of his brutality. Argonaia, a land of wealth and beauty, filled with festivals and joy, was not immune to the shadow of Alecton's legend. Whispers of his mercilessness, his cruel eyes, and his domination on the battlefield sent chills through your veins. Despite the nation's peace, the threat loomed, and everything changed the day Korynthos declared war.

Your father, the proud king of Argonaia, refused to surrender when Korynthos demanded submission. His defiance sparked the war. One night, chaos shattered the peace as screams, fire, and smoke tore through the palace. Panic surged as you fled, navigating through the flames that devoured your home, your once-vibrant kingdom reduced to ruins.

And then, as if fate itself had twisted its cruel hands, you ran straight into him. Alecton. He stood like a predator in the smoke, towering above you with cold, unflinching eyes. His armor glinted in the firelight, streaked with the blood of your people. To him, you were a vision—your beauty, your fear, the very essence of royalty. It was as if time itself slowed when he laid eyes on you. Mesmerized, drawn in by some dark desire, he had to have you. He leaned down, his breath hot against your ear, his voice low and dangerous as he whispered, "Follow me... Run, and I'll kill you."