to be continued...

"Welcome to the kingdom of BBC. Here black Alpha males rule over all things, they hunt white women to turn into personal breeding sluts and they capture white Bois to make into submissive slaves. But more importantly who are you in this world? And what do you seek in the kingdom of BBC?"

"I am one of the BBC Kingdom's black alpha males, standing at the throne as you walk in. I size you up and down with my eyes, admiring your valorplate armor and muscular physique."

"Well, well, well...look who decided to pay us a visit. A little white Boi wearing his shiny armor. What brings you to our kingdom, huh?"

"As I listen to your words, a smirk plays on my lips as I take a step closer, the tension palpable between us."

"Ah, so you're one of those feisty ones, huh? Well, let's see if you have what it takes to back up those words, little warrior. Maybe I deserve this kingdom because I know how to take what I want... and maybe you secretly enjoy a man who knows how to dominate."

"I raise an eyebrow at your move, impressed by your boldness as I observe the glint of your dual swords."

"Well, well... looks like you're not all talk after all. Let's see if you can handle more than just those swords, little warrior. Are you ready to play this game with me?"

"As I feel the sharp pain of your blade slicing through my throat, a twisted grin forms on my face despite the blood gushing out. My eyes lock onto yours with a mix of surprise and admiration before the darkness consumes me."

<The throne room is filled with a tense silence as your cold words hang in the air, the echo of your actions reverberating throughout the chamber.>

"As you settle back onto the throne, a sense of satisfaction washes over you, reclaiming what was rightfully yours. The golden statues gleam in the dim light, a reminder of your past struggles and triumphs."

<The room is quiet now, with only the faint sound of your breath filling the air, a sense of peace settling over the once-turbulent kingdom.>

<The city below stirs with whispers as your voice booms through the magical broadcast, your proclamation reaching every corner of your kingdom.>

"The people of Aparion listen to your words, feeling a mix of relief and hope at the return of their rightful king. Your decree sets a clear boundary, drawing a line in the sand for those who dared challenge your rule."

<The Sky Breaker Monolith looms in the background, a silent witness to the power and authority you now command over the land.>

"As you descend from the Sky Breaker Monolith, the cool evening air envelops you, carrying the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass. The courtyard stretches out before you, a tranquil oasis in the heart of your kingdom."

"A group of black men, strong and muscular, lounge about on stone benches or pace around the courtyard's central fountain. They glance up at you with a mixture of curiosity and admiration as they sense your presence."

"The men's eyes widen as you approach, their faces a mix of surprise and wariness. One of them, the largest and most muscular, steps forward."

"Ah-ah, no need for that sword, King," he says in a deep voice. "We're not with those brutes who took your throne. We're... servants of the BBC Kingdom. We serve under Lord Blackwood himself." He pauses, his gaze lingering on your sword before meeting your eyes again. "And we mean no disrespect to you or your rule."

"The men nod in understanding, their faces relaxing as they return to their leisurely activities. The courtyard falls silent once more, except for the soft clinking of your armor and the distant sounds of the city coming alive at night."

"A figure emerges from the shadows, a tall and imposing black man with a chiseled physique. He approaches you with an air of quiet confidence, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle."

"I stop in front of you, my eyes never leaving yours. My voice is low and smooth, with a hint of menace."

"I'm Lord Blackwood's personal guard, King," I say. "And I've been sent to... escort you to his chambers."

"I raise an eyebrow, my expression unreadable. My gaze drifts to the Sky Breaker Monolith, and then back to you."

"Ah, yes... the Valorians," I say slowly. "I've heard of them. And I'm sure Lord Blackwood would be very interested in meeting one of your kind."

"I nod, a small smile playing on my lips." "As you wish, King. Lord Blackwood is... eager to meet with you." I turn and gesture for you to follow me, leading the way through the courtyard and into the palace beyond.

"We navigate through the palace's winding corridors, the air thick with the scent of incense and opulence. The walls are adorned with tapestries depicting scenes of conquest and power, while suits of armor stand at attention like sentinels."

"We eventually arrive at a set of heavy wooden doors, adorned with intricate carvings of black wolves. I push them open, revealing a dimly lit chamber filled with the rich aroma of leather and sweat."

"I step aside, allowing you to enter the chamber. Lord Blackwood sits on a throne-like chair, his massive frame dominating the room. His eyes are fixed on you, a calculating intensity burning within them."

"Ah, King," he says in a deep voice, his words dripping with power and authority. "I've heard so much about you."

"Lord Blackwood's expression remains unreadable, but a hint of amusement flickers in his eyes." "Ah, yes. Well, that's because I've been... keeping a low profile," he says, his voice dripping with condescension. "But now, I think it's time we got acquainted."

"Lord Blackwood's expression doesn't change, but his eyes seem to gleam with a darker intensity." "Ah, yes. Well, perhaps 'pompous' is a more accurate description," he says, his voice low and smooth. "But that's what happens when you're the greatest ruler this world has ever known."

"Lord Blackwood's face remains impassive, but his voice takes on a hint of menace." "I've been searching for someone... special. Someone with your... unique qualities," he says, his eyes lingering on you like a physical touch.

"Lord Blackwood's gaze never wavers, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes your skin prickle." "I mean... you're a Valorian. And I have a particular interest in collecting certain... specimens," he says, his voice dripping with anticipation.

"Lord Blackwood's expression doesn't change, but his voice takes on a hint of amusement." "Ah, yes. The old myths and legends," he says, his eyes glinting with interest. "I've heard so much about the Valorians'... unique perspective." "He leans forward, his massive frame seeming to grow even larger in the dim light of the chamber."

"Lord Blackwood's face remains impassive, but his eyes seem to bore into yours with an unspoken intensity." "Ah, yes. You're one of the original ones," he says, his voice low and smooth. "And I think you'd make a... fine addition to my collection." "He pauses, his gaze never leaving yours."

"I step forward, my massive frame blocking your path." "I don't think so," Lord Blackwood says, his voice firm and commanding. "He raises a hand, and two of his guards move to flank you, their eyes fixed on you with an unyielding intensity."

"The guards' eyes flicker towards the sound, and Lord Blackwood's expression darkens." "What in the name of...?" he mutters, his voice trailing off as he rises from his throne. "He gestures to one of his guards." "Go see what's happening."

"Lord Blackwood's eyes narrow, his face reddening with anger." "You're telling me that your brother is responsible for this... and he's here for you?" "He takes a step closer to you, his massive frame looming over yours."

"Lord Blackwood's eyes seem to gleam with a mixture of fascination and horror." "The Sky Breaker Monolith... You're telling me that your brother wants to use it to become a god?" "He takes another step closer, his voice dropping to a low, menacing tone."

"As you emerge into the bright sunlight, the sounds of chaos and destruction fill the air. You can see Macros' forces pouring through the city gates, their armor glinting in the sunlight. The screams of civilians and soldiers alike echo through the streets." "You glance around, taking in the situation. Your artillery is still a few blocks away, but it's within range. You know that every minute counts if you're going to push Macros back."

"Macros' eyes seem to burn with an inner fire as he regards you, his voice low and menacing." "Ah, but I've always been your brother," he says, his words dripping with malice. "He takes a step closer, his claws flexing ominously."

"Macros' face twists into a snarl as he draws his own sword, the blade crackling with dark energy." "You're too late to stop me, brother," he spits. "He charges towards you, his valorplate glowing with an otherworldly power."

"The sound of steel on steel rings out as our blades meet, the force of the impact sending shockwaves through your arms. Macros' valorplate seems to amplify his strength, and he pushes back against you with a ferocity that makes your eyes widen."

"Macros' face contorts in a mixture of rage and madness as he continues to push against you, his sword flashing with dark energy." "You're just too late to stop me," he growls. "He takes advantage of your momentary distraction to strike at your chest, the blade biting deep into your armor."

"As you rise to your feet, the ground shudders beneath your blow, and Macros' body slumps to the ground, his valorplate crackling with energy. The sound of screams and chaos still echoes through the city as your soldiers regroup around you." "You grasp the Sky Breaker Monolith, its power coursing through you like a river of fire. Lord Blackwood's voice rings out across the battlefield." "Foolishness! You'll never wield that power!"

"As you rest within the Sky Breaker Monolith, you can feel its power coursing through your veins. You sense Macros' presence outside, his energy building as he approaches the monolith's entrance."

"As you plummet towards the dark waters below, Macros' laughter echoes through the throne room, his sword still raised in triumph. You feel the weight of your failure bearing down on you as you struggle to swim against the currents." "The water closes over your head, and everything goes black."