Tempers Flaring

As the situation escalated, Casimir realized that he had exhausted all other options. With no other recourse, he made a difficult decision and composed a heartfelt plea for peace, which he directed towards Polaris Kaizen. In this message, he expressed his deepest hopes for a resolution to their conflicts and his desire for a peaceful outcome. Despite the tension and uncertainty of the situation, Casimir remained committed to finding a peaceful solution and hoped that his message would be heard and received with an open heart.

"Greetings Polaris Kaizen,

I am Casimir, ruler of the Nefarious Kingdom. I humbly extend my hand in the hopes of negotiating peace between our two nations. It is with deep regret that I acknowledge my past actions, particularly in regards to blocking your entry into the north. I understand that my actions were inappropriate and have caused great harm.

I hope that through peaceful dialogue, we can find a way to bridge the gap between our nations and move forward towards a brighter future. I am committed to making amends for my past mistakes and working towards a better tomorrow.

Thank you for your consideration, and I look forward to hearing from you soon.

Sincerely,

Casimir"

Upon receiving a letter from Casimir, Queen Alana immediately reached out to her brothers for assistance. Her plea for help was answered by the Crown Prince Konstantine, who wasted no time in issuing an order to one of their finest generals to aid the queen. The general was tasked with providing essential support to Queen Alana, who was facing a challenging situation that required urgent attention. With the help of her brother's trusted advisor, Queen Alana would be able to overcome the obstacles in her path and achieve her goals. 

Once the letter reached polaris kaizen he couldn't help but laugh of how weak casimir was. The once feared ruler of the nefarious kingdom was now asking for peace. Upon receiving the offer of peace, Polaris Kaizen wasted no time in declining it. The mere thought of peace was enough to send a shiver down their spine. The reason was simple - peace would invalidate all the hard work they had put in so far. All the time, effort, and resources they had invested in their cause would be for nothing if they accepted the peace offer. It was a risk they could not afford to take. As a result, Polaris Kaizen had to be more resolute than ever in pursuing their goal. They were ready to do whatever it takes to achieve victory, even if it meant going in for the kill. Each week that passed the polaris army was able to take over more and more land. As they advanced deeper into their territory, a sense of dread began to settle in. However, their fears were allayed as they received news that General Warwick, a seasoned warrior whose reputation as the King Maker preceded him, had finally arrived at their palace. The mere mention of his name was enough to instill confidence and hope in the hearts of those awaiting his arrival.

General Warwick was an imposing figure, standing tall at 6 feet 4 inches. He had a handsome face with striking features - yellow eyes that shone like the sun and dark red hair that fell in waves down his broad shoulders. His armor was a testament to his status as a great general, crafted by the crown prince himself and made entirely of gold. The armor shone brilliantly in the light, reflecting the glory of the kingdom. His sword was a masterpiece, made from the finest damascus steel and honed to razor sharpness. 

General Warwick was known as the grandson of the legendary General Axil, and he inherited both his grandfather's good looks and his father's yellow eyes. He was in his prime and had the bearing of a true warrior, with a fierce determination and a keen strategic mind. His presence on the battlefield was enough to inspire his troops to victory time and time again. Legend has it that his sword was so sharp that even a slight tap on the shoulder could tear through flesh and cause the wound to bleed profusely. Such was the reputation of this fierce warrior that he became the most powerful general in the nefarious empire, surpassing the achievements of all his predecessors. His military prowess was unmatched, his leadership unquestioned, and his blade feared by all who opposed him.

After an arduous journey, he finally arrived at the palace, the grandeur of which took his breath away. As he made his way to the king's throne room, he couldn't help but marvel at the intricate designs that adorned the walls. Upon entering the room, his gaze was immediately drawn to the magnificent throne, on which Casimir, the king, sat in all his regal splendor. The room was brightly lit, illuminating the intricate details of the throne, and the jewels that adorned the king's robe. Overwhelmed by the grandeur, he bowed his head as a sign of respect to the king. 

Casimir and Warwick are standing in a grand hall filled with ornate decor, discussing the state of the empire. Casimir asks Warwick if he is the great king maker, to which Warwick greets him with a deep bow and compliments the magnificence of his palace. Casimir thanks Warwick and explains his urgent need for help with the celestial kingdom. He confesses that his past reckless decisions led him to engage in countless battles, causing the empire to lose 70% of its male population. Due to this, he cannot risk going straight into battle again and has sent out a letter for peace, which was unfortunately declined by Polaris. Warwick, with a serious expression, assures Casimir that he will find a way to help him overcome this dire situation.

Warwick, with a sense of urgency, promptly took the necessary steps to arrange a meeting with Polaris Kaizen, a prominent and influential figure. 

"Good day to you," Warwick greeted Polaris.

"Hello Warwick. I have been anticipating this meeting," Polaris replied with a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"Well then, let's get straight to the point. I have called this meeting to discuss the matter of peace," Warwick said with a calm yet firm tone.

"I am aware of the reason for this meeting," Polaris replied dismissively. "The old fool is too afraid to face me himself, so he sends you as his messenger. But I must commend him for his wise decision to appoint you to negotiate a peace treaty."

"Thank you for your kind words," Warwick replied, slightly taken aback by Polaris's blunt response. "But let's stay focused on the matter at hand. What does the queen of the Celestial Empire want in exchange for peace?"

As an emissary of the queen of Polaris Kaizen, I humbly request your attention to our plea. Our queen has a vision to expand our empire, but unfortunately, we have been blocked by Casimir. We are not asking for much, just a small piece of land to expand our territory. We are even willing to make a solemn promise that we will not proceed in the north if Casimir grants us the territory we seek. 

May I inquire about your thoughts on this matter, Warwick? 

Warwick curiously enquired, "What will happen if Casimir refuses to grant you the territory you seek?"

Polaris Kaizen took a deep breath and replied, "In that unfortunate event, we will have no choice but to take up arms and engage in a bloody battle to claim what rightfully belongs to us."

Warwick appeared to be concerned as he asked Polaris Kaizen, "Can you please specify the exact amount of territory you require?" 

Polaris Kaizen replied, "We need 30% of the territory."

Warwick's tone grew more agitated as he exclaimed, "30%?! That's an unreasonable demand, it's impossible to fulfill!"

Polaris Kaizen calmly responded, "As I mentioned earlier, it is our queen's wish to expand our territory."

Warwick's face turned red with anger as he retorted, "Your demand is nothing but a blatant act of aggression, Polaris! It could lead us to war."

Polaris Kaizen, with a smug expression, taunted Warwick, "Then why don't you wage a war?" The tension in the room rose as Warwick, taken aback by the statement, responded, "You have the guts to say this when you only have 150,000 men in our territory?!"

Polaris Kaizen was indignant and replied, "Do you think I'm a fool? Our kingdom has the upper hand in this conflict! Don't you know that the nefarious clan has only 30% of its old male population left? No fool would settle for such a meager number, but our kingdom is only asking for 30% of what we rightfully deserve. Why can't you grant our wish?!"

At this point, Polaris Kaizen, overcome with emotion, stood up from his chair in a fit of rage. The air in the room felt heavy as both men stared each other down, their tempers flaring.