The Firheart empire the strongest empire out of hundreds, as big as mountains, warriors as strong as an army people would only see that and not the darkness within.

Aristocrats dabble in slavery and sex trafficking with the kings brother being the ring leader with the king and his advisors being none the wiser.

"brother i fear the criminals are getting more powerful by the second do you have any ideas on how to stop them?" the king asked his two-faced brother

"uhm maybe we should first stop the low rank members and start our way up," his brother answered. 'he was jealous of his brother he was born merely minutes after his brother but he.... he was chosen as the heir while he was lounging around and drinking he was training he put his blood sweat and tears into his training with the sword. You, you i will kill you the most painful way i know you i was but at the back burner because of you the resources put into you wasted it could amount to 10 years worth of the annual salary of the royal advisors while i was only given a sword and a training guide that was useless because of my deformation and our parents treated me as filth because i didn't have any hands' the kings brother thought and continued monologging inside his head'i had to wrap blades around my hands to use a sword and i was put onto the frontlines i had to climb my way trough corpses of enemies to get to where i am today while you just had to be born, like our family said i was lucky to be born while he was born lucky'

"yes that should work," the king nodded at his brother's word not knowing what he has in mind and not knowing the enemy's numbers ranged from commoners to nobles alike.