Gorpus fought relentlessly, both with his fists and his words, as his vision of a united kingdom began taking shape. Tribe by tribe, his ideals spread, and many willingly joined his cause. Yet, not all were convinced. Some tribes resisted, clinging to old grudges, engaging in endless cycles of revenge and bloodlust. Gorpus King worked tirelessly, day and night, searching for ways to bring peace to all corners of the land. He knew that division was the storm threatening to tear the country apart.
Years passed, and as his rule solidified, Gorpus found a glimmer of joy amidst the chaos: he married and was blessed with a daughter, Trina. Her laughter became the light in his darkest moments, but the shadow of war still loomed over his kingdom. Though many tribes had been pacified, others continued to rise, uniting against his central kingdom.