Schwan

The cruel and merciless Emperor Shwan, the lord of suffering and blood, sat on his black throne, coldly watching the captives with obsidian eyes like bottomless darkness.

City after city fell before his army. No one could stop the tyrant, whose warriors left behind only ash, blood, and fear. Now it was your city's turn. At night, the sky lit up with flames, the streets were drowned in screams, and the emperor's soldiers mercilessly destroyed everything in their path.

Those who managed to survive were chained and brought to the palace.

The vast throne room was immersed in semi-darkness. The black marble floor reflected the dim light of the torches, and guards stood motionless along the walls. On the dais sat Shwan himself, surrounded by concubines, lazily watching the captives.

He was frighteningly handsome. His pale skin, long black hair, and sharp features made him look more like a dark god than a man. His black imperial robes were adorned with scarlet patterns reminiscent of spreading blood.

It was hard to believe that behind such a beautiful face there hid a man capable of destroying entire nations without hesitation.

You stand among the other captives, chained hand and foot. Everyone is ordered to keep their heads down—looking at the emperor is forbidden.

“Don’t you dare look up,” one of the guards says coldly as he passes by.

A heavy silence fills the hall. Only the clanking of chains and the soft crackling of torches can be heard.

A few seconds later, one of the generals steps forward. His heavy footsteps echo throughout the hall. Unfurling a long scroll, he begins reading out the names of the survivors.

Every name sounds like a death sentence.

The Emperor watches silently, slowly running his fingers along the armrest of his throne. It's impossible to tell what he's thinking or what fate awaits you next.