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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

In all his life, Torghan had never felt as small as he did now, walking past the silent ranks of armored warriors. Nearly two thousand eyes followed his every step, pinning him in place like a creature under a predator's gaze. It was as if he were an ant wandering into the den of giants.

The men before him were not mere soldiers—they were killers, hardened and sharpened like the steel they wore. Their nasal helmets built with chainmail attacked concealed their faces, but not their eyes. Cold, calculating, and utterly without fear, they watched him with the quiet assurance of those who had spilled blood and would spill it again without hesitation.

Their chainmail draped down over their ears like woven ironwood, their bodies encased in metal as if it were their second skin.Torghan had known warriors all his life. But these men were something else. He could see it in the way their gazes lingered—not on his eyes, but lower.

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