The battle at the river pass was a symphony of chaos. Steel clashed against steel, and the screams of the dying filled the night air. Arkhan moved through the fray like a force of nature. Every sweep of his sword left a trail of dark fire, shattering enemy lines and breaking their spirits.
"No," Arkhan said softly. "The world has had enough of conquerors." Arkhan
"Prepare the vanguard," Arkhan said, his voice grating like grinding stone. "We march at midnight." The battle at the river pass was a symphony of chaos
He turned away from the stunned warrior and walked toward the dark waters of the river, leaving his weapon, his army, and his empire behind. The legend of Arkhan the Conqueror ended that night, not with a clash of steel, but with a silent walk into the unknown. Every sweep of his sword left a trail
A scout approached, kneeling in the dirt. "My Lord Arkhan, the enemy forces have gathered at the river pass. They are led by a young warrior who wields the Light of the Sun."