Before The Attack on Valoria…
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a blood-red hue over the Empire's war camp, Hazama stood at the edge of a flickering campfire, lost in thought. Shadows danced across his face, and the weight of his choices pressed heavily upon him. Memories of laughter and warmth flooded his mind, images of Alyssia, his sister, dancing through sunlit fields, carefree and full of life. The warmth of those memories was a stark contrast to the icy grip of his current reality, where he was tasked with leading the assault against Valoria.
His heart raced as he recalled the last time he had seen Alyssia. Their parting had been steeped in pain, with her fiery determination clashing against the Empire's insidious influence. Each moment spent thinking of her only deepened his resolve to protect her, but he was painfully aware of the growing chasm between them. He turned away from the flickering firelight, his thoughts interrupted by the commanding presence of Emperor Valen.
"Hazama," the Emperor's voice cut through the darkness, cold and authoritative. "Come here."
Hazama approached, feeling the oppressive weight of Valen's gaze. The Emperor's sharp features were illuminated by the firelight, casting long shadows that danced ominously. "It's time we discussed our strategy," Valen continued, his tone matter-of-fact. "Tomorrow, we will launch the final assault on Valoria."
Hazama's heart sank. He had known this moment would come, yet hearing it spoken aloud made the reality of the situation crash over him like a tidal wave. "What do you mean by 'final'?" he asked, his voice steady despite the turmoil within.
"The destruction of Valoria will pave the way for a new era. With the city in ruins, we will unleash Enma and seize Gaia's power for ourselves. We will be unstoppable." Valen's eyes gleamed with an unsettling fervor.
A surge of anger coursed through Hazama. "You intend to awaken Enma?" His voice was barely above a whisper, but it was laced with disbelief. "You would risk everything for power?"
"The risk is worth the reward, Hazama," Valen replied, his tone unwavering. "With Gaia's power, we will dominate all realms, and you will stand as my champion. This is your destiny."
Hazama's fists clenched at his sides. He felt the pull of his childhood memories, the innocence that had been stripped away by the Empire's greed and lies. "What of the people of Valoria?" he demanded. "They do not deserve this fate."
Valen's expression hardened. "You will do as I command. Lead the charge, and bring me the head of Queen Nymeria. Leave no one alive."
With a heavy heart, Hazama nodded, feeling the weight of his brother's death looming over him. He turned away from Valen, stepping back into the shadows, where the flickering flames could not reach him. He closed his eyes, envisioning Alyssia once more, her fierce spirit shining like a beacon of hope amidst the darkness.
In that moment, he realized that the path he was on could lead to the destruction of everything he once cherished. He could feel the stakes rising, the pressure mounting, as the final confrontation drew ever closer. Tomorrow, he would face his destiny—not just as the Emperor's champion, but as a brother torn between duty and love.
As the stars began to twinkle in the twilight sky, Hazama steeled himself for what lay ahead. He would lead the Empire's forces against Valoria, but deep inside, a flicker of hope remained: perhaps, just perhaps, there was still a chance to save Alyssia and avert the darkness that threatened to consume them both.