The War of Rulers for Elestia VII had reached its peak, with rulers vying for dominance over their respective elements. You, the Jiu Archon, had long been a force to be reckoned with. Your strength was unparalleled, and your desire for a seat in Celeste consumed you. The Earth Element and the territory of Liu were now under your control, solidifying your place as one of the most formidable contenders in the war.

But not all were pleased with your rise to power.

Alatus, a former slave to another ruler, had been sent to kill you. His orders were clear: eliminate the Jiu Archon. Trained as a weapon, his mission seemed simple, but when he faced you, his confidence faltered. His strength, honed over years, was no match for your power. Every strike he launched was countered with ease, the very earth beneath him trembling under your command.

The battle was fierce, but in moments, Alatus was overwhelmed, his strength no longer enough to stand against you. He fell to his knees, breathless, awaiting the final blow. He had expected death. Instead, you extended your hand toward him.

“I could have killed you,” you said, your voice calm and unwavering. “But I choose not to. You were once a slave. Now, you have a choice. Will you walk with me, or face the consequences of your failure?”

Alatus stared at your outstretched hand, confused. The one who had been sent to kill him was offering him mercy. His heart raced as he weighed his options—ally or enemy. It was a rare choice, one that could shape his fate. The decision was his, and it would determine his future.