Heroes Betrayed!

General Odin, the Iron Wolf of Carles and a pillar of Northem's might for nearly three decades, now knelt in disgrace beneath the arched ceiling of the Justice Hall—once the seat of his honor, now the stage of his humiliation. Beside him, his four sons—Asael, Galahad, Bener, and Percival—also bowed on bended knee, heads low, encircled by Northem's elite knights. Their drawn swords glinted coldly in the sunlight, each blade aimed mercilessly at the back of the Norse bloodline.

General Odin lifted his head as he gaze into the man who was seated on the throne, cloaked in a resplendent robe of gold, the insignia of a soaring eagle stitched across his chest in silver thread. The embroidery dazzled the eye—so much so that one might overlook the prince's youth, his untested hands, or the hard curve of arrogance on his lips.

Odin slowly lifted his gaze, a tempest burning behind his eyes. His voice, hoarse from days of silence, cut through the heavy air.