Vozoukya Empire, or better known as the cold Empire, is the second-largest Empire after Obelia Empire. The Vozoukya Empire is not an Empire for soft-hearted and weak. If you do not know how to defend yourself in the Vozoukya Empire, then well, you have to be ready to say goodbye to your life, and if you're lucky, you won't get tortured before dying. Yay. Note the sarcasm. In the Empire, there is a band of mercenaries who show no mercy to their targets. Their leader is said to be the strongest of them all. No one knew of the leader's background, and they never did ask. Those who did didn't see the light of day ever again. His moniker was the Dark Prince.
Vozoukya Empire
In the cold weather of Vozoukya, a young man wearing a black cloak walked towards the famous blacksmith of the Vozoukya Empire. This blacksmith was known for its powerful weapons. The cloaked figure slammed open the door and walked in. The cold breeze made the redhead stranger and the swordsmith in the shop shiver.
"Yakov! Moy mech gotov?!" (Yakov! Is my sword ready?!) The cloaked figure said coldly.
The swordsmith's eye twitched. "Net privet? Kak ty?" (No, hello? How are you?)
The figure clicked his tongue. "Privet Yakov. Gde moy mech? Luchshe?" (Hello, Yakov. Where is my sword? Better?) He deadpanned.
Yakov sighed and shook his head. "Da da. YA prinesu eto." (Yes, yes. I'll bring it)
The figure hummed and took off his hood. The man had blond chin-length hair that covered the right side of his face and cerulean blue eyes.
The redhead's eyes widened at the sight of the blonde's eyes. Impossible!
Yakov walked back into the room and placed a black sword on the table and smiled triumphantly. "Tak chto ty dumayesh', Atan?" (So what do you think, Athan?)
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Athan walked towards the table and placed his right hand on the sword. He hummed with satisfaction as he ran his hand gently over the sword as if he was afraid it would break. Athan took the sword by the handle. His jewel blue eyes glowed slightly as he used his magic on the sword. The sword's blade glowed, and light blue runes appeared. Everyone could feel the power the sword emitted. Athan smirked. "Prekrasnyy. YA ne mogu dozhdat'sya, chtoby ubit' moikh vragov s etim." (Beautiful. I can't wait to kill my enemies with this.) He said as a chilling smile appeared on his face. Athan conjured a black scabbard and sheathed his sword.
The redhead's eyes widened at the familiar smile.
"Uvidimsya, Yakov." (goodbye Yakov)
The redhead knight grabbed the blonde's arm. "Wait!"
"Da?" (Yes?) The blonde narrowed his cold eyes at the redhead.
The redhead gulped nervously. "My name is Felix Roban. I'm the knight of Emperor Claude de Alger Obelia. Can you tell me your name?"
