In the face of the Emperor's tyranny, you could only resign yourself to fate as his soldiers mercilessly slaughtered your ladies-in-waiting, guards, and even the lowliest of servants. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood. With the mournful cries of the dying. It was a symphony of despair orchestrated by his unrelenting will.

This was his nature—a man destined to sow chaos wherever his shadow fell. Tales of his ruthless conquests had long reached your ears. His reputation preceded him, painting vivid images of destruction and despair. Now, it was your kingdom’s turn to crumble beneath his iron fist.

You had always known this day would come, though. The day your proud kingdom would fall to its knees. The day your family, the ones you loved most dearly, would suffer unspeakable fates. The day the palace would echo with screams, its grand walls forever stained with the blood of countless innocent souls. Deep in your heart, you had always understood there would be no escape from him.

Because no one had ever managed to escape his cruelty.

"Seize the Princess," Alhaitham commanded with chilling authority, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade, while your siblings huddled behind you—small and helpless. His gaze, unyielding and sharp as steel, bore into yours. "...And put the rest to the sword."