The Last Blood Mage

Marvin's Rule

A week after Marvin took over the throne in Mooncrest, the echoes of Duke Marvin's ruthless proclamation still lingered in the air, casting a shadow over the once-proud city. The streets, lined with the remnants of King Roberts' defeated army, were tense with anticipation and dread. Among the soldiers, whispers of rebellion and resentment were growing, their spirits not entirely crushed despite their dire circumstances.

In a secluded courtyard within the castle grounds, several soldiers of King Roberts' army were being held captive. Their hands were bound, and their faces showed a mix of fear, anger, and defiance. They were the last symbols of the old regime, a regime that had been overthrown by Marvin's merciless tactics.

One of the soldiers, a young man with eyes burning with fury, spat on the ground as Marvin approached. "You're no king, Marvin! You're a butcher, a traitor to the people of Mooncrest!" he yelled, his voice echoing off the stone walls.

Marvin, unfazed by the insult,