Arkhan Apr 2026

He was not born a tyrant. Once, he was just a man with a desperate dream to unite the warring clans of the North. But power has a way of twisting noble intentions. To save his people, he had made a pact with an ancient, nameless entity. It gave him immortality and unstoppable might, but it stripped away his humanity. Now, he felt neither joy nor sorrow—only an endless, driving urge to conquer.

"I was once like you," Arkhan said, stepping forward. "Full of hope and righteous fury. But the world does not bend to the will of the pure. It bends to the strong." Arkhan

Slowly, Arkhan drove his greatsword into the earth at his feet. The dark energy flared one last time and then went silent. He reached up and unlatched his heavy iron helmet, letting it fall to the ground. For the first time in centuries, the cool night wind hit his scarred, weary face. He was not born a tyrant

"Your reign ends today, Arkhan!" the girl cried out, her voice trembling but resolute. "The people will be free!" To save his people, he had made a

With a powerful overhead smash, Arkhan shattered her guard and sent her sprawling to the ground. Her sword flew from her grip, landing in the shallow river water. Arkhan stood over her, the dark energy of his blade crackling.

"No," Arkhan said softly. "The world has had enough of conquerors."