**Blood in the Town Square: The Fall of Izhard Valderin**

  The city of Nexarium was enveloped in a deathly silence. The sun shone mercilessly in the sky, but no warmth was felt in the hearts of the people. Everyone knew that today, one of the greatest men in history, Izhard Valderin, would fall before their eyes.

  Armin Ronhard, the proud and furious king, stood atop the execution platform. His face was as hard and impenetrable as steel, but deep within his eyes, a storm of hatred, fear, and pride raged. He knew that Izhard Valderin, even in his final moments, would not yield.

  Two soldiers dragged Izhard's wounded and bloodied body from the dungeon into the square. The people watched in silence; some with fear and terror, some with a sense of betrayal, and others with hatred and anger.

  Izhard Valderin, with a bruised and broken body but his head held high, locked eyes with Armin. In his gaze, there was disdain and indifference toward the man who called himself king.

  **The King's Cry: Betrayal and Revenge**

  Armin's voice echoed through the square:

  "People! This wretch refused to acknowledge my kingship! Even though he knew I am the true heir to the throne!"

  All eyes turned to Izhard. But he remained indifferent, silent, and proud.

  Armin continued:

  "Not only that, but his sons, these traitors, killed my mother's uncle! This disgrace will never be erased! Today, justice will be served!"

  Suddenly, the voice of Selena Torgan rang out in the square. She had pushed her way through the crowd, her face filled with terror and anger, and stared at Armin.

  "No! You don't understand, Armin! If he dies, we will lose our last bargaining chip! You can't do this!"

  But Armin didn't even glance at his mother. He had made his decision. His eyes flashed, and with a swift motion, he signaled the executioner.

  **The Death of Izhard Valderin: The Fall of the Last Hope for Peace**

  The executioner raised his massive axe. For a moment, the sunlight reflected off its sharp edge. A heavy silence filled the square.

  Izhard smiled faintly. He looked up at the sky and whispered:

  "Goodbye..."

  The axe came down with full force.

  A spray of blood splattered on the stones of the square.

  Izhard's head fell to the ground, and his lifeless body remained on the execution block.

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  Suddenly, cries erupted from the crowd. Some were filled with terror and sorrow, others with anger and hatred. But among them all, Selena Torgan's voice was the loudest.

  "You fool, Armin! You've doomed this war with your own hands!"

  **The Aftermath of Izhard's Death**

  But Armin, ignoring his mother, took a step forward. He looked at the people and said in a cold, firm tone:

  "Anyone who does not accept my kingship will meet the same fate."

  But he had failed to realize one thing. With Izhard's death, the Valderin family had become a legend. His sons, Bill and Krait Valderin, had now drawn their swords not only for revenge but to restore their family's honor.

  And worse... this war was no longer just between the Ronhard and Valderin families. In the shadows, eyes were watching.

  **The Kidnapping of Princess Alorina: The Fury of the Faleria**

  In the exiled lands of the Faleria , in the White Dragon Castle, bitter news spread like a storm of sand and blood through the royal hall. A soldier knelt, panting, and said:

  "Your Highness! Princess Alorina... she has been taken! The Nortans, those cursed savages, have captured her!"

  For a moment, a heavy silence filled the hall. It was as if even the torch flames trembled in fear. All eyes turned to Astrios Faleria.

  The exiled king, the prince of the scorched lands, the heir to the blood of the war gods.

  Astrios clenched his fists. His eyes turned red with rage. The girl who had been taken was not just a princess; she was his sister.

  In an icy voice, he said:

  "We must move. We will take 30,000 soldiers and destroy them."

  But the king, in a calm yet firm voice, objected:

  "No. That's too many. The Nortans are as cunning as desert hyenas. They have many traps in their mountains. If we take that many, much blood will be shed."

  Suddenly, the silence broke.

  Lorandis, his face red with anger, shouted:

  "Brother! Enough! Our sister has been taken hostage, and you speak with such caution?! We are Valerians! True warriors! Not cautious cowards!"

  Astrios took a deep breath. But this time, something in his gaze changed.

  Something dangerous.

  With firm steps, he walked toward Lorandis. For a moment, he looked into his brother's eyes, then raised his hand and called the guards.

  "Take him. Lock him in his room."

  Lorandis jumped back, his eyes wide with shock and anger:

  "You dare imprison me?! For speaking the truth?!"

  But Astrios was no longer listening. The guards took Lorandis by the arms and led him away.

  A moment later, Astrios turned and said in a firm voice:

  "5,000 will be enough. I will personally lead the assault on the Nortans. If anyone has questions, ask them now."

  But no one dared to speak.

  The war had begun.

  And this time, Astrios Faleria was on the front lines.

  **Old Wounds, a New War**

  The darkness of the night was cold and heavy. The moon, like a silent eye, cast shadows over the quiet plains. In a room lit only by flickering torches, Lorandis woke up.

  Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. The same nightmare again...

  That cursed night. The screams of his parents, the fire and blood, the escape from Nexarium.

  But this time, there was no one to comfort him.

  Alorina wasn't there.

  Since childhood, whenever he was terrified by his nightmares, his older sister would hold him, stroke his hair, and sing him a lullaby. But now, she was the one captured.

  Lorandis closed his eyes and clenched his teeth.

  "No. Not this time."

  Suddenly, the sound of hooves echoed.

  He jumped up in terror and rushed to the window. The soldiers were on the move.

  Astrios… had left!

  5,000 men.

  Without him.

  Lorandis punched the wall.

  "Damn it, you didn't even tell me..."

  His eyes burned with anger and sorrow. If he couldn't go with his brother, he would find his own way to free Alorina.

  Because a Faleria never lets their family be taken from them.