Titans, Gods, humans, Gnomes, monsters, Dragons, he fought them all and recieved scars and deep lines of missing flesh as gifts from them.

From the fights, most of his body has been sewed up, to keep him all patched up and in good health.

In a sudden moment, Lance Porra exhaled deeply and closed his eyes for a brief moment, just to open them when he raised himself from the large in height, Emerald-crusted throne.  Heading towards the exit of his the palace after 4 years of staying locked inside, willingly remaining alone, the only times he saw someone was the time when his maid gathere meals and drinks for her, but for the rest, he was all alone. Lance held himself back for a brief moment, taking his hands off the handle and quickly putting them back, thinking that it's for the good. Opening the large, gates with a white-stone material, a hope of light that cut his senses, came through the door, slightly blinding him in a quick way, but regaining his vision a few seconds later. The sunset was up, so beautiful, pink mixed with orange skies, the most beautiful part of the day, the Dawn of the skies. 

After he walked down the hundreds of long and large stairs, Lanco Porra arrived at the Kingdom's festival, where everyone enjoyed themselves, laughed and just had a good time, but when he made his presence with his tall stature, good genetics, good forms, short wondereous smile, everyone stood in place like a piece of wooden plank, making him way to get through.

In search for a lover, looking left and right, swarming around the public that continued seconds after, their festival, cheering, talking, yelling, Lance Porra, bumped into a really well shredded human, he was a boy. He had the age around twenty five years, he was tall and good face genetics, but nothing of them mattered, the only thing that did, was the fact that he was talking with the most beautiful girl that he ever saw in all his years of sleeping with woman, no one even came close to her looks.

The boy turned around towards Lance Porra, giving him the cold shoulder and an sharp look, asking him if there was a problem.

"You are the problem, out of the way"

Said Lance, locking his look in her eyes, slowly getting lost in two red pupils, while slightly pushing the boy in the chest area, making him fall two meters away from them.

 The boy remained silent, staying still, unconciously. Three men quickly went to check him in a silent motion, and took him away from the scene.

The girl slapped him with an angered look, grabbed his face and took him closer. A long and deadly kiss. 

She followed her way out through the crowd, while Lance extended his hands towards her, wanting her to stay, but his feelings numbed. He could not feel his tongue and his muscles were all sore. That was the moment that he knew he was poisoned.

For seconds on seconds, Lance Porra struggled to keep himself on his feet. He just didn't want to be seen to be kneeling in front of the others, but his body just gave up. Throwing up lots of blood, spitting it on the ground, afterwards. He tried using his hands to cover his mouth, so that maybe it would stop, but that made it even worse, provoking a motion of blood circulation to come out of his eyes and nose. One entire minute of agony after and of struggling, Lance fell down, which meant the fall of a Kingdom. All stood by his side, those who had hats, they took it down. All bowed to him with saddened faces and put down faces. Even if he was a barbarian, all stood there for a moment of silence. Monsters, humans, fantastic creatures, this was the power of respect that they had towards Lance Porra, a King.