ter

avy with the scent of destruction, and the sky was a deep, foreboding grey. Flames licked at the windows of nearby houses, castin

Children wailed, their high-pitched cries piercing the air. The sound of clashing

owed, and his lips pressed into a thin line. "What in the name of the

em, searching for any sign of his loved ones. The sight of the Drakmara soldiers, clad in their distinctive deep reds, b

ls and boys were being torn from their families, pushed into large carts, and taken away. The elder

s blazed with anger, and his fists clenched at his sides. He felt a surg

he door was open, and the windows were shattered. A sense of dread w

foreboding. The silence inside was oppressive, punctuated only by the distant

e spotted his daughters, Selena, Isolde, and Adrielle, huddled together in the corner, the

s outside. She turned to Cormac, her voice laced with concern. "Cormac, what's

noise as possible. "The Drakmara soldiers have invaded the kingdom," he whispered, his vo

rs, the door was violently kicked open, splintering off i

is family, his eyes blazing with a fierce determination to protect them. Nella's eyes wide

wn and their faces twisted with cruel intent. The leader, a burly man with a scar above his l

amily against the invaders. Nella's voice trembled as she whispered

n spread across his face, "Ah, the woman and children. We'll take

he death to protect his family. "Don't dare come near them," he growled, his voic

or the Drakmara army, Regent. Your kingdom will soon be under o

values freedom and peace, not tyranny and bloodshed. War is not the answer. Is tha

chieve it. You're just a foolish regent, clinging to outdated notions of ho

ure emerged from behind the soldiers. Marcellus, with his character

. He hadn't expected Marcellus to reveal himself

ou still have pride when the kingdom has just been crushed and crumbled. This wouldn't have happened

her round, pregnant stomach. "Or this," he gestured, hi

st below the surface. He took a step forward,

and children. Take them to the waiting carts. We'll

imself between them and his family, his dagger at the ready. "You'll have