Throughout the world, every screen showed the face of a single man. Sharp features like a wolf and golden eyes like the sun. His face was neither arrogant nor condescending as he spoke to them, but it instilled fear in those who saw him.
"A week ago, the war ended between my guild and those who seized control of the runic city," said Arthur atop his throne, with his warriors standing behind him. The world saw humanoid creatures unlike any other, making them even more terrified. "And as an aftermath of that battle, I am now the ruler of Runera."
"This is not the topic I appeared to address," said Arthur as he raised his hand, and black lightning crackled atop it. "I understand what a messed-up place the world has descended into because of the seven families. I want to invite anyone who needs food and shelter to my city."
