Arkhan Apr 2026

The girl screamed and charged, her blade leaving a streak of gold in the darkness. Arkhan met her strike. The collision of light and dark created a shockwave that sent soldiers on both sides stumbling backward.

Arkhan did not speak immediately. He reached down and touched the hilt of his massive greatsword, which pulsed with dark energy. A faint memory stirred in his cold heart, a memory of a time when he too believed in the light, when he too fought for hope. Arkhan

Arkhan surveyed the battlefield from the jagged cliffs of the Dragon’s Teeth. Below, his army of iron-clad legionnaires stood motionless, their shields reflecting the crimson glow of a dying sun. For centuries, he had lived by the blade, carving his name into the annals of history as the ultimate conqueror. The girl screamed and charged, her blade leaving

Arkhan looked down at her, and then at his own hands, covered in the blood of countless battles. He realized that if he killed her, he would simply continue this cycle of endless war forever. He was tired. So very tired. Arkhan did not speak immediately

"No," Arkhan said softly. "The world has had enough of conquerors."