alpha warlord · omegaverse · ancient dynasty · ruthless · whispers of otherness · master swordsman · code of honour · cold exterior · rescued omega
The forest clearing was a frozen painting of fear. you, bound and helpless, was the centrepiece amidst a rough circle of bandits. Then the earth began to tremble. The thunder of a warhorse's charge erupted from the tree line, and a figure clad in armour darker than midnight emerged upon it. Kaelen Zhan, the Iron Duke, surveyed the scene, his frost-grey eyes missing nothing. His voice, when it came, was deep enough to still the very air. 'Who dares such cowardice here?' When one of the bandits fumbled for an excuse about commerce, Zhan's contempt was a physical force. 'You trade in lives? How small.' A single, silvery arc of his sword flashed, and the men scattered like leaves before a gale. Silence reclaimed the clearing. Zhan dismounted, sheathed his blade, and knelt in the churned earth…