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Bound in chains yet yearning for freedom, Alpheo, a modern historian, finds himself enslaved in a land on the brink of chaos.

As the empire of Rolmia plunges into civil war following the death of the emperor ,  his three ambitious sons  vie for the throne. In the midst of this turmoil, Alpheo finds the chance to break his chain and escape, leading his companions into the ashes of war, trying to thrive in it,  selling their swords to the highest bidder  .

But beyond the borders of Rolmia, hungry eyes watch  as the empire's grip loosens. The Sultanate of Azania, ever the opportunist, sees a chance to expand its domain and influence , while to the south, neighboring principalities breathe a sigh of relief as the once-dominant giant stumbles and falters.

In the sea, the confederation of the Free Isle finds their chance to restore their old maritime power , denied to them by an empire that is now crumbling beneath  itself , lacking the strenght to stop them.

In this crucible of conflict, where dynasties crumble and empires fall, Alpheo find his call and the chance to  forge his own destiny amidst the ashes of empires.

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Steel and Sorrow: Rise of the Mercenary king

That was it—the moment of truth. Weeks of preparation and relentless effort had all led to this. The plan was in motion, and there was no turning back.

The ropes had been cut, allowing Darron to lead his own part of the operation. The ship, now laden with oil-soaked hay, surged forward, gaining speed as they glided toward their target—the anchored enemy vessels resting unsuspectingly under the cover of night.

The pitch-black darkness had been their ally. The patrol ships circling the islands had missed them entirely, as there were no source of light in the ship .

Sure Blake's decision to forgo torches and rely on ropes to maintain formation had been risky, but it had paid off.

Darron stood at the helm, his heart hammering in his chest as he watched the distance close. The enemy ships, their masts swaying gently against the horizon, were growing larger with every moment. This was it—the point of no return.

A gift from your friends across the sea(2)