Meet Your Ancestors

Aldric dismounted his horse with the grace of a predator and strode forward, the crunch of his boots against the hardened ground echoing in the tense silence. Stopping before the imposing palisade, he thundered with authority, "Is this how you welcome your king?!"

A murmur rippled through the soldiers behind the wooden stakes until a commanding voice cut through. "You're no king of ours," came the reply.

At once, the soldiers parted like a tide to reveal the general stepping forward.

Aldric tilted his head slightly, his posture exuding an almost careless confidence, while the general's expression contorted with hatred. Blue eyes blazing, the general fixed Aldric with a glare that could have melted steel.