Years have gone by, no one has gone against the vicious man around the east. He governs the entire east not with prosperity but with swords soaked in blood. They kept everything in the dark. Letting themselves get treated like a prisoner. Locked up in the place where their foot is buried on its deserted soil. Whether standing on the same path of liking or not, they're forced to lower their heads on the Duke of Arcadia. A man who you can compare to the raging storms and drought that took away their lives. Some managed to escape and some failed from the Duke who took away their riches, family, and freedom.
"Sir, the storm---"
"Don't try to help them. Those who went against my words will get be headed." He said while watching the city get consumed by the flood. People cry and scream for h
