Six months had passed since news of Empress Almariya Loksa's pregnancy echoed throughout the Bizantium Empire. Time seemed to drift by, yet within it, tension and hope smoldered like a small flame refusing to die.
Now, rumors danced in the air—The Empress was said to be giving birth soon to Emperor Elden Noxs' first child. The Empire's firstborn. The heir to the throne. A symbol of power's continuation.
The Imperial City had drastically changed. Streets once majestic were now a sea of people. Merchants, nobles, adventurers—even common folk—crowded the capital's heart to witness a once-in-a-generation moment: the Imperial Parade.
Silver trumpets roared. Giant war drums were struck in unison, shaking the skies. The Empire's banners fluttered at every corner—black, gold, and white shimmering in the morning light. This parade was no mere festivity; it was a declaration of strength. For on this day, the Empire's Generals returned from the distant frontlines.
1. General Bienka
She marched at the forefront. Her face untouched by time, her flowing blonde hair trailing down her back—unbothered even by the wind. Her eyes were as sharp as winter, white as snow—glinting like projectiles from her weapon.
Bienka was an aerial legend, the most lethal sharpshooter in the Empire. Her weapon: the *White Pistol*, a modified firearm capable of piercing magical shields. She wore a long white coat, spotless white trousers, and a beret marked with a golden eagle—the emblem of the Empire's watchful skies.
Her steps were calm. Yet each stride riveted thousands of watching eyes.
2. General Eiluka Tando
Behind her came Eiluka—a figure who made enemies think twice. Not just a master strategist. She was the embodiment of elegance and battlefield ferocity.
A legendary duelist. The commander of the frontline.
Three katanas hung at her side:
- Mikadzuki-no-Gatana — the Crescent Moon Blade
- Byakko no Gatana — the White Tiger Blade
- Tsuki no Yami Nomi Katana — the Shadow Moon Blade
She looked like a painting come to life. A classic white kimono embraced her form, her chest bound in tight fabric. Black trousers and thigh-high socks matched her shoulder-length white hair, adorned with a crescent moon brooch. Around her neck hung a long black scarf patterned like a starry sky.
They called her: The Empire's Fang—Gentle Yet Deadly.
The other generals had yet to arrive—still on their way from the Empire's conquered territories. This parade was only the beginning. The real ceremony had yet to unfold.
Amid the sea of soldiers and masses, those two led with unmatched grace. Three million troops marched behind them. The city pulsed with steel and spirit. People watched from streets, balconies—even rooftops.
And then… the cheers fell into silence.
The hoofsteps of a lone horse shook the earth.
Not the clatter of troops. Not the rumble of war chariots.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Its gait was heavy, slow, and full of authority—as if the earth itself bowed in welcome. It was Aleksa, the legendary unicorn-horned white steed—personal mount of General Tokisaki Uzen.
Atop Aleksa was a figure who made the world hold its breath.
Tokisaki Uzen — Supreme Commander. Leader of all generals. A name that made enemies freeze before her blade even rose.
Three great empires had once sought to claim her. They failed. Not even treasure nor thrones could afford the price of this war goddess.
They called her: the War Princess . But the people had another name: "The Shadow of the Empire."
According to local legends—tales passed from mouth to mouth—she once conquered an entire kingdom with just four escorts. Facing fifteen million soldiers. She emerged… with only a scratch on her cheek.
No witnesses survived. No official records exist. But to the people? Tokisaki Uzen is a story more real than reality itself.
Her weapons:
- *Mikazuki Kunitsuna* — The Moon Blade that Slices the Sky
- Onimaru Tsunetsugu — The Demon Blade that Thirsts for Blood
- Orca Simulacra — A hidden bow capable of destroying fortresses from afar
Her presence made time stop:
Long black hair flowed down to her knees. A dark feathered cloak with deep night-blue lining. Thick black fur covered her shoulders; gold badges and chains adorned her cloak. Black trousers and boots completed her terrifyingly elegant aura. Crimson eyes glowed. Her expression was fierce, cold—and mesmerizing.
She wasn't just a general. She was a living myth.
Her arrival shook the city. Citizens poured into the streets. A dying grandmother begged her grandson to carry her—just for one glance at the legendary figure before her final breath.
Her cloak billowed gently in the Imperial breeze. The scent of lavender… and victory followed her.
She marched without smiling. No wave. No gesture. Only a piercing gaze straight ahead. As if she wasn't present—but judging.
Behind her were only 100 soldiers. And that… was enough.
Because everyone knew: If Tokisaki Uzen was in the capital…..the world was preparing to change.