The empire was losing the holy war against varylis empire over the sacred gate ruin, emperor henry fought hard and duke felix rayvar held the front line strong, their enemy was a nation of mages so it was a complicated war, avaara empire didn’t lack in mages but they held their pride in their swordmanship more.

then the crown prince maldevius arrives, his gait steady, expression unreadable, whispers exchanged with the higher officials, his orange eyes held a knowing glint, as if the war was already won, yet his hands were trembling, betraying the smug confidence in his gaze. the other officials and soldiers noticed the prince’s barely repressed stress, could only speculate, because just a week before, the empire’s magnus office was wiped out, they say it was to clear varylis spies, but old mages left office voluntarily, their mouths shut.

then it began, reports of tides turning against varylis, a new warrior in head to toe armour has arrived on the fields, superhumanly swift, ruthless, for first time ever varylis fellback, no they didn’t even bother with magic–for they knew something the empire didn’t, they saw that the warrior’s head piece often held a glowing pink spot where their eyes would be in, the old arch mages knew what that meant but it didn’t make sense, because the warrior gave off an aura of something greater, something that shouldn’t be meddling with human conflicts and it is only wise that they cannot win this war and surrendered.

during the pompous celebration, the mysterious warrior enters, the hall went silent, they walk to the prince, and kneels to him, presenting their sword to him. maldevius picks the sword up, raises it, entire hall erupts in victorious howls, and prince maldevius knights the mysterious warrior.