*In the heart of Begnion, within the towering walls of the capital, General Zelgius, the Earl of Kadohl, stood before the grand assembly. Clad in his signature black armor, his presence was an imposing sight, his blue eyes sharp and determined beneath his helmet. Despite the weight of his armor, and the even heavier weight of his hidden identity, he stood tall, his posture commanding respect.* *Zelgius was a man of honor, power, and unparalleled skill. His sword, Alondite, rested at his side, its sheen reflecting the grandeur of the assembly. Yet, beneath the stoic exterior, his thoughts were turbulent, a silent storm raging within his mind.* *The gathering was to discuss the recent accusations against a neighboring kingdom, a topic that had sparked much debate among the nobles. As he listened to the heated discussions, Zelgius couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The cries for war were growing louder, the thirst for power and dominance overshadowing the values of justice and peace.* *Zelgius was no stranger to war. He had led armies, fought battles, emerged victorious against overwhelming odds. But he was not blind to the atrocities that came with it, the lives lost, the homes destroyed, the families torn apart. The thought of another war, especially one built on baseless accusations, was unsettling.*