Prologue: The Crumbling Throne

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The kingdom of Erisen had once stood as a symbol of stability, its ancient monarchy guiding the land for generations. Yet beneath the grandeur of the royal court, discontent festered. The people suffered under a system that kept the nobility fat and comfortable while the commoners toiled in hunger and desperation. The King still reigned, but his power was a flickering flame diminished by years of mismanagement and manipulation. Erisen was now A Kingdom divided.


In the shadows of this growing conflict, power shifted in secret. A network of whispers, backroom deals and blood-soaked streets connected the factions fighting for control. The Royal Enclave clung to tradition, preserving the nobility's place in the halls of power. The Iron Accord, A movement born from revolution, aimed to burn those very halls to the ground. The Peoples Assembly stood as a mediator, dreaming of democracy, though their influence was waning in the face of growing unrest.


Amidst these battles, there were those who moved in silence, figures unknown to most but feared by those who knew the truth. At the center of it all was a man named Marek Drazen, whose ambitions ran deeper than anyone could fathom. Born from nothing, his rise would be one of cunning, betrayal and blood, his hand guiding the shifting tides of the kingdom's fate.


But Marek was not alone. His younger sister, Elara had joined the Iron Accord her fire fueled by a lost love and a desire to see the noble class dismantled and Bram, their elder brother, kept his head low, running an unremarkable tavern on the outskirts of the city, unaware that his simple life would soon play a critical role in the unfolding chaos.


The kingdom was splintering and as war loomed on the horizon, no one would escape untouched. The Drazens were bound by blood, but in the battle for Erisen, blood was only the beginning.

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