The Prophet

"Hey, Watari, I've been thinking about this path. I'm not sure if I want to continue down the path we're on. I feel like there might be something better out there."

The man with the green hair spoke for a while longer before slipping out of the palace through a window and climbing down the vines to the ground. He ran through the forest until he reached the edge, where he found a small boat waiting for him. Without hesitation, he rowed away from the land and was soon picked up by a passing ship.

As the man with the green hair gazed out at the horizon, he knew that he had changed the course of history. The path he had chosen was a dangerous one, but he was willing to take the risk in order to achieve his goals. He knew that his actions would have far-reaching consequences, but he was willing to bear the burden of his choices.

And so, the man with the green hair disappeared into the night, leaving behind a legacy of chaos and uncertainty. Who was this green hair man? It was Artyon of course he was here to steal the location of black powder and find the location of Organization, he was also here to kill the king because he is the one that finds out about black powder first in the last timeline and chances Conley's stand in the continent.

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3 years later..

Landon sat on his throne, gazing out over the grand hall with a faint smile on his face. He had always dreamed of being the Emperor, ever since he was a child. It was a dream that burned deep within him, a desire that consumed him every waking moment. He longed to rule over the land with an iron fist, to be feared and respected by all.

As a child, he would spend hours on end playing with toy soldiers, strategizing and planning out imaginary battles. He would imagine himself as the great hero, leading his army to victory against impossible odds. And when he grew older, that dream only grew stronger. He studied tirelessly, devouring every book on politics, management, and war that he could get his hands on.

And now, as he sat upon his throne, he had achieved his dream. He was the Emperor, the most powerful man in the Empire. But it wasn't quite as he had imagined it would be. He had thought he would rule with an iron fist, that his subjects would tremble before him. But now, he realized that ruling was much more complex than that. He had to consider the needs and wants of his people, make alliances, and play politics.

But despite the challenges, he knew that he was where he was meant to be. He had always been destined to rule, and now that he was here, he would do everything in his power to be the best Emperor that he could be.

As he sat there, lost in thought, his most trusted assistant, Evie, entered the courtroom and approached him with a letter from the Organization. They were asking for him to fulfill his end of the deal, and Landon knew exactly what they were referring to. The bomb.

"Sure, give them that thing. What was it called again? The bomb?" Landon said, a faint smile on his lips.

"Yes, your Excellency," Evie replied, bowing respectfully before departing from the room.

As Landon awaited the arrival of the Organization's representative, a man with unmistakable green hair strode into the courtroom as if he owned the place. The guards tensed up, ready to pounce on the intruder, but Landon held up a hand to stop them.

"The Great Prophet! It's been a while," Landon said, recognizing the man as Artyon.

"Indeed," Artyon replied with a smile, before adding, "The path you selected has been completed. You became an Emperor."

He clapped, and then took out a small glass crystal. "Someone with great ambition will visit you in the near future. Make sure you give them this and say, 'everything you have done was for the good'. And remember, there are shadows that lurk in the night that will devour you."

And with that, Artyon disappeared as quickly as he had come.

Landon was left holding the crystal, wondering what it all meant. But he knew that Artyon had always been one step ahead of him, and he trusted that the man had a plan.

As it turned out, the person who would come for the crystal was none other than Princess Luna of Atlanta. Artyon had manipulated her into becoming his subordinate by feeding her a false prophecy about a hero who would come and change the fate of the continent. Luna had been desperate to marry Nick, the current Emperor of Conley, but couldn't because she would be the Monarch of her own kingdom. So Artyon had taken advantage of her ambition and gained her trust.

But what was Artyon's ultimate plan? It was to conquer the whole of the Eastern Continent, of course. But he knew that conquering was only the first step. He needed to maintain and protect what he had gained. And so, he had brewed a plan that involved Landon, Luna, and the Organization.

Landon would give Luna the crystal, which contained the cure for the diseases that Artyon had spread in Demogus and Tequila. Luna would then use her influence to gain the support of the people in the conquered lands, and the Organization would help her keep tabs on Conley's spy network.

It was a risky plan, but Artyon knew that he could trust Landon and Luna to see it through. And as for the shadows that lurked in the night, well, Artyon was always watching, always one step ahead.