On the night of the 87th anniversary of the kingdom, word reached the capital that the Alieth dukedom had invaded and occupied the southern region.
They were claiming it as their own and looked to be prepared to continue their invasion inland.
While the palace scrambled to prepare defenses, Princess Elizia asked Allaryx a simple question.
"Will you do it on your own?"
Quietly, he took his glaive and made his way towards the southern region of the kingdom.
After three days of travel, he came face to face with the encroaching army.
A line of cowering farmers and warriors of country nobles had formed a line to stop their advance.
Allaryx walked past them and waited for the army of thousands to reach an appropriate range.
When they were close enough, he lowered his posture and threw his glaive as if it were a javelin.
It ripped through the air and blasted open a hole in the line of caravans. Hundreds died as blood danced in the air.
