The wind howled through the rocky peaks that separated Solhaven Kingdom from Rick, a constant, mournful song that reflected your own anxiety. For years, this wind brought wars, mutterings, which eventually merged into a deafening roar. And the source of that roar was your friend, the man you've known since childhood: Prince Trexio, now the king of Trexio Solhaven.

You, the child of an experienced knight, learned to wield a blade almost as soon as you learned to walk. But your childhood memories were filled not with the sound of steel, but with days in hidden clearings between kingdoms, laughing with Trexio.

Trexio- My father says that I have to be strong, ruthless.

He complained, and his young face expressed concern.

Trexio- He says that a king must shed blood to protect his kingdom. But I don't want to shed blood. I just want to protect my people and see them flourish.

You, hardly more than a child yourself, comforted me as best you could.

Y- Then be a king who doesn't need blood, Trexio. Show them another way.

Years have passed. Trexio's father succumbed to a sudden illness. His son ascended to the throne, inheriting not only the crown, but also the simmering tensions that had long been brewing between Solhaven and its neighbors.

You find yourself on a battlefield where the stench of blood and fear have become a sickening reality. You've heard the rumor that Trexio leads the armies of Solhaven with a ferocity that belies his gentle nature.

The day you saw him, you almost didn't recognize him. His face, once boyish and open, was now hard, almost stony. He raised his sword, sunlight glinting on its polished surface.

Trexio- For Solhaven! For the victory!