Earth: The King

As the sun sets over the horizon, a ship with black sails appears in the distance, its size dwarfing all the boats in the port. As the ship approaches, its ominous presence spreads across the harbor, causing everyone to tremble in fear. The ship is a massive, floating fortress, armed to the teeth with cannons and decorated with skulls and other dark symbols.

As the ship finally docks, a gangplank extends from its deck, and a figure appears on it. The figure is tall and imposing, clad in black armor with a crown of bone and skulls atop his head. He is the king, the supreme commander of all the lands, and his mere presence commands obedience and respect.

The camp was set on the edge of a desolate shore, the winds howling and the sea crashing against the rocks. In the dimly lit tent, the king sat on his throne, his eyes glinting with the lust for power. Zar stood before him, a figure of darkness and strength, his eyes betraying nothing.

Zar approached the king, and all the men along with him, they felt a coldness in the air. The king's gaze falls upon them, and they felt as if they are standing before death itself. But Zar is unfazed, devoid of any emotion, and he bows before the king.

As the king's gaze settled on Zar, he seemed to stare straight through him. It was as if he was peering into Zar's soul, searching for any weakness. But Zar remained unfazed, his expression cold and calculated.

"You have done well, General," the king finally spoke, his voice low and measured. "Your loyalty to the crown has not gone unnoticed."

Zar bowed his head, but he knew that the king's words were hollow. He was just a pawn in the king's game, a means to an end.

The king's gaze flickered towards his advisors, a silent signal that it was time for them to depart. As they filed out of the room, the king turned his attention back to Zar.

The king's voice was soft, but the power he wielded was unmistakable. "You know what I require of you, General."

Zar's gaze flickered for a moment, a hint of apprehension creeping into his mind.

"As you wish, Your Majesty," Zar replied, his voice low and steady.

The king's lips curled into a twisted smirk, the dark ambition in his eyes sending a shiver down Zar's spine. "Remember, General. Failure is not an option. The price of betrayal is death."

With those chilling words, the king rose from his throne and swept out of the tent and with him everyone followed, leaving Zar alone in the darkness. The silence roared with the power of the king's words, and Zar knew that he was walking a dangerous path. But he also knew that he was the king's strongest weapon, and he would do whatever it takes to achieve his objectives.

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Zar watched as the prisoners were marched out of their cells, their hands bound and their faces twisted in fear. He felt nothing as he saw them being herded onto the ships, their fate sealed. He had no room for remorse or pity, not when it came to serving the king.

Zar watched from the shore, the wind whipping his hair around his face. The sound of the prisoners' screams echoed across the water, but he didn't flinch. He knew that their suffering was necessary for the king's plans, and that was all that mattered.

Days turned into weeks, and the prisoners were put to work. They were forced to build homes and weapons, their bodies aching from the endless labor. Zar oversaw their work with a cold and calculating eye, his mind focused solely on the task at hand.

Someday's there were women laying down with their bodies all torn down, somedays limbs were scattered all over the places. He should have felt something, anything, but all he could muster was a sense of pity for the human race. How could they be so easily discarded, like cattle to the slaughter? But this is how the world works and these are emotions he don't care about.

Zar stood in the middle of the camp, his gaze sweeping over the scene. The air was still and silent, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. He strained to listen for any sound, but there was only the distant sound of the waves crashing against the shore. Suddenly, there was a muffled commotion from the direction of the barn, but otherwise the silence was oppressive. King had summoned everyone to the barn, but not Zar, and the silence only added to the sense of unease that was settling in Zar's gut.

It could have been one of the king's mind games, where he not only took the body, but also everything they had - their will, their thoughts. The cruelty of the king was admired by those around him, as they watched him manipulate and control those who were under his rule. The power that he held over his subjects was absolute, and there was no one who dared to stand up against him. Even those who were closest to him knew that they were expendable, and that they could be disposed of at any moment. The king ruled with an iron fist, and his subjects lived in fear of his wrath.