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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

It was chaos. Pure, unrelenting chaos.

The battlefield was a swirling maelstrom of bodies, steel, and blood. The clash of weapons rang out like a discordant symphony—swords clashing against shields, axes biting into flesh, and the sickening crunch of bone beneath the weight of a mace. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid stench of sweat, the cries of the dying blending into the guttural roars of those still fighting to live.

Robert's eyes darted across the carnage, his mind struggling to process the sheer brutality of it all. A warrior swung an axe in a wide arc, cleaving through a skull with a wet thunk. Another drove a sword into a man's throat, the blade sliding in with horrifying ease. A lance pierced through a chest, its tip emerging bloodied and glistening on the other side. Everywhere he looked, there was violence—raw, unfiltered, and unending.

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