Ourlon stood across from an old man, both had their dominant hand placed upon the handle of their sheathed blades. They were standing at the very top of the realm's greatest, strongest city.
The horizon extended far into the distance. Tall mountains, deep cliffs, and extreme biomes could be viewed as far as the eye could see. This realm was far from hospitable to creatures like humans. In fact, even Ourlon and his men had struggled dearly to get around and fully adapt to the conditions.
Yet, in front of him today, was The Kensei–Chikara, a man who had claimed this land through bloodshed many years ago. He was the uncontested leader of this realm, even if its great landscapes were home to majestic, powerful creatures, it made no doubt who stood as the most prominent figure amidst it all.
