Tyrant System: Rise of the Dragonblooded

Twenty Years Ago

Arkan stood alone in the vast, echoing halls of the inner sanctum, a silent shadow before the future Emperor of the Solas bloodline and the crown Prince at that time,Rin's father. Even now, two decades later, Arkan remembered the man not merely as a monarch, but as a force of nature. His voice, calm and utterly final, left no room for doubt or question.

"Arkan, my final order to you is simple," the Emperor had commanded. "Protect my children. Do not interfere in their wars or their choices. When they split, do not take a side. Only one thing matters,once this land is completely under the solas control ,When the time comes, you will test them. The one who wins will have my will behind him. If the winner shows mercy, serve him. If he slaughters his own blood, kill him. Help only the one who helps this country most."

Arkan had bowed, a silent acknowledgment. He hadn't questioned. Because back then, you simply didn't question the will of that man.

Years Later

Now, with the Emperor long gone, that same oath still bound him,a relentless, burning vice around his soul. Arkan stood on the balcony of a cold, desolate tower, his eyes cast down as the wind howled around him. Somewhere far below, the world continued its oblivious dance, blind to the ancient chains that still held it all together.

"Why should I serve these brats?" Arkan had thought it a thousand times. "Enslaved for decades by a tyrant... and now I'm to kneel to whichever son wins a petty pissing contest?"

But every time he tried to defy the oath, the chains bit deeper. His soul, branded by those ancient vows, simply wouldn't let him go free. "I will die faster if I go against it." So, he did the only thing left: he twisted the rules.

When Rin first approached him,half-boy, half-sharpened blade,and demanded Varros's children dead, Arkan saw his chance. He wanted to say yes, almost did. But not yet. He needed something in return, something to justify the exchange.

As Rin's power grew, Arkan began shaping a different game, a more complex one.

He never stopped the war between Rin and Kaelion; that wasn't his place,he hoped thdy would destroy each other. But he stopped the assassins. No poison slipped into their food. No blade found its mark in the dark. Not because he cared for their lives, but because his master's order demanded it.

Then came the soul test.

Arkan announced to the Emperor's court that it would be a "fair test." But behind closed doors, he drained his own lifespan to forge a rigged battlefield. He subtly informed the Emperor's remaining sons,the Crown Prince and the Second Prince,about the type of soul bomb Rin had survived before. He hinted that physical damage would hurt Rin more than soul-based attacks.

The princes understood the unspoken message. They promised him immense power once they inherited the empire. And so, they began preparing the factory.

Not the real one, of course. A duplicate. A side facility.

All the actual bombs? Moved, under the convenient pretense of neutrality.

Rin walked right into it, completely blind.

Selvara and Orien? They were the final, crucial pieces.

Arkan had seen their loyalty waver. He simply gave it a gentle nudge. He didn't command them; he merely showed them certain "truths",or perhaps, well-placed lies. Selvara's grief became fuel. Her rage, inevitable.

When she lost control and attempted to kill both Rin and Kaelion? That was perfectly acceptable. It was clean. Emotional. Untraceable back to him if the other solas members question it , he planned on killing them once the battle is done.

It was perfect.

Except it failed. Simply he couldn't hurt them or think about hurting them,but this test along with the fact that he sacrificed alot of his lifespan to 'accidently' let the crown Prince handle the test,handle the clearing of the factory,he didn't give Selvara the bomb , it was the crown prince, but still it costed him alot. The reason he didn't do it before because the region was far from being unified and he was free,but when he saw a chance at unifying it, he took the chance to kill them both,and the reason he didn't use a stronger bomb or assassins because if it was stronger than this then he will have to save them.

He watched from the shadows as Rin emerged from the smoke,bloody, broken, but undeniably alive. That wasn't supposed to happen. He had calculated every variable, every soul reading, every pulse of energy.

But Rin survived.

Arkan narrowed his eyes, a silent question forming in his mind. "What the hell are you made of, boy?"