A tier 8 knight, his aura radiated a quiet but undeniable pressure, a presence that made even seasoned warriors take a step back. He had ruled his county for two decades, having inherited it from his father at an early age. His lands, nestled at the empire's very edge, had withstood time and turmoil—not through sheer military might, but through something far more elusive.
The beasts.
The lands surrounding the county were teeming with creatures of fangs and claws, nightmares made flesh, yet none dared lay waste to Hamen's territory. The count held a secret—a means of controlling these monsters, bending them to his will. He had been protecting this county and was able to keep the two nations in check.
The empire or the province didn't dare to outright push the county.
And it was for this reason that Yilar had come.
