The Arkan Clan celebrated conquest after conquest, they become unstoppable claiming kingdom after kingdom under their rule.
Their victories made seven gates unsettled. Everywhere, the black banners of the Arkan Clan fluttered, white swans stitched proudly at their center.
Arkan clan's General Somalian's brilliant strategies had made the Arkan forces unstoppable. Leading the army to the forts of Hurian, a major kingdom of Earth, he moved with precision and authority.
The Hurian king tried to flee, but Somalian caught him before he could escape. "I, Somalian, First Commander of the Arkan Clan, loyal to King Raikan and Queen Xolia, demand you kneel before your rightful rulers!" he roared.
The king of hurian have no other choice he looked around in terror
His army was scattered, his people slaughtered, and there was nowhere to hide he need to stop the bloodshed he need his family to be safe. With no choice left, he bowed his head and accepted the rule of Arkan clan.
Somalian raised the Arkan banners high across the Hurian forts, marking their submission. From that day forward king henry is only a lord living under the dominion of Raikan and Xolia.
The victories or conquests of Arkan clan did not end there.
The horses and dragons of the Arkan Clan thundered toward the gates of Valmore Messengers rode ahead of the army,
They carry the same choice to every one "submit to the King and Queen of the Arkan Clan—or face destruction. Black cloth, bearing a white swan at its heart, marked their decree.
As the gates of Valmore came into view, the people gathered, watching in fearful anticipation. The king of Valmore stood alone before his city walls, he knew he couldn't stand a chance infront of such an army he was unarmored and without his crown. Trembled , he knelt.
"I offer my kingdom without bloodshed," he said, his voice quivering. "Let my people live." let there be no more blood shed
Somalian did not draw his sword. Instead, he raised the Arkan banner high.
"Then live," he said, his voice carrying over the walls. "Under Arkan law."
The gates opened. No battle was fought. By dusk, Valmore , too, belonged to the Arkan Clan.The sound of laughterand clinking wine glasses conveyed through the Arkan camp. The continuous victory made restless and dangerous joy.
Fires burned high, shadows danced against the banners, and the air smelled of wine, smoke, and blood not yet washed from armor and swords.spread
Warriors celebrated, boasting of fallen kingdoms and broken crowns, while commanders spoke in low voices of the wars yet to come.Victory had awakened something fierce within the Arkan Clan—a hunger that cannot be satisfied by one conquest there spirits craved more and more.