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Genosha is the largest kingdom in the Northern Hemisphere, stretching from the Alder Mountains in the north to the Old Plateaus in the south, and from the fertile plains in the east to the Great Desert in the west. Such is the extent of its lands that it would take a traveller three months to traverse it on horseback. The land is rich and fertile, and the Elsean Ocean that surrounds the Eastern Peninsula is teeming with life.
The Alpha-Emperor, Sebastian Shaw, did not rule over his subjects with an iron fist, but through shrewdness and cunning. After all, a general of a small army in the Genoshan heartland does not simply become the emperor of a vast kingdom through sheer goodwill.
The wrath of the Genoshan Emperor, however, manifests itself in the form of the Genoshan Army. With over a hundred thousand soldiers in the infantry, seventy thousand in cavalry, fifty thousand archers, five hundred war elephants, and the most advanced artillery, it is the largest and most feared army in the known world. Commanding it is the emperor’s prodigy and a twenty-five-year-old Alpha, Erik Lehnsherr.
But fate plays a game of its own, detached from the whims and wishes of mortals. And when it plays its hand, Emperor Sebastian Shaw is killed by his own general.
What follows is a state of unrest in the kingdom. Shaw’s supporters conspire and scheme to eliminate the young alpha, while the Genoshan Army remains loyal to its general. The alpha outwits the threats to the Crown and crushes his opponents. After nearly a year of anarchy, a new king rises to the Genoshan throne.
On the day of the coronation, fifty-two smaller kingdoms, three hundred and eighteen tribes, and the Genoshan Heartland bow before the Genoshan Crown—the Gen-el-Sar, the God of Genosha.
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