The conqueror's arrival
Five years later after Lucian became king, his thirst for revenge grew more intense. Lucian's gaze fell across the windows. Images of pain and regret skipped across his mind. He thought to himself
" I'm going to make him pay and beg for mercy " he clenched his fists.
The next morning, Lucian gathered his army to ambush the palace of Azurah. He summoned the knights army with each specialized in their use of weapons to launch their attack.
Azura's palace trembled as Lucian's army descended upon it like a dark storm. King Arin's advisors scrambled, their panicked voices echoing through the halls. Lucian, now King of the Shadows, rode at the forefront, his black stallion's hooves barely touching the ground.
As they breached the gates, Lucian dismounted, his eyes fixed on the throne room. Xerath slithered ahead, a dark omen. The snake's presence sent shivers down the spines of Azura's soldiers, but they stood their ground, valiantly defending their kingdom.
Lucian's sword sliced through them like a scythe, his movements almost inhuman. Screams and chaos ensued as Azura's forces crumbled. King Arin, gravely ill, was carried to the throne, his eyes blazing with defiance.
"Lucian, stop this!" he rasped, but Lucian's expression was cold, his heart stone.
The final blow came swiftly. Azura fell. Lucian stood before King Arin, his sword at the king's throat. "Why did you kill my family?" he growled, his voice barely human.
Arin's eyes, clouded with pain, met Lucian's. "I... I didn't..."
Lucian's sword trembled, his grip tightening...