On an island far north of the Mediterranean coast stood an ancient civilization unlike any other. The people who lived there were not farmers, not scholars, not merchants — they were warriors from birth.
Boys learned to hunt before they could speak properly, and girls could throw spears before they were tall enough to reach the sky. Food was hunted, water was drawn from broken rocks, and sleep was earned on the bare earth. No one complained, for strength was the only law they knew.
For centuries, this way of life remained unchanged.
Until the first century.
That was when ULF proclaimed himself king.
The warriors had never known a king. They had only known strength and survival. Yet ULF stood before them and declared that power without order would destroy them, and that the gods themselves had chosen him to rule.
Many followed him. Many bowed.
But one man did not.
BJORN.
Bjorn was stronger than most, taller than nearly all, and feared by those who claimed to fear nothing. When ULF declared himself king, Bjorn stepped forward and spoke a single sentence that echoed across the island:
"Warriors bow to no man."
What followed was no mere fight between men — it was a battle between gods.
For sixteen hours they clashed without rest. The ground cracked beneath them. Spears shattered. Stones were hurled like weapons. Blood and dust hung thick in the air. ULF lost his right eye and his left hand, yet he never faltered. Bjorn lost a leg, yet he stood on the other as if death itself could not claim him.
Finally, at the end of the sixteenth hour, Bjorn fell.
But ULF offered no mercy.
He commanded that Bjorn's family be killed before his eyes, ensuring that the last thing Bjorn would see was the destruction of his bloodline. Then, in a voice that would echo through the generations, ULF declared that from that day forward every ruler would bear the name ULF, and every generation would serve under that name as king.
The island fell silent.
Not peaceful — silent.
For five generations, the name ULF ruled. The warriors hunted, they slept on the ground, they fought. Yet beneath the surface, something had changed. Respect had been replaced by fear. Awe had been replaced by caution.
Then came TITUS ULF.
In his youth, he killed over fifty men to prove his dominion. These were no ordinary warriors. Each was a master combatant — with speed rivaling lightning, reflexes sharpened to perfection, and strength capable of lifting one and a half tons. The elders whispered that no ruler in memory had ever shown such power, and fear spread across the island like wildfire.
Yet supremacy breeds resentment. Whispers turned to plots, plots to schemes, and years later his enemies finally succeeded in ending his reign.
The era of TITUS ULF became known as the bloodiest and most dreadful in the island's history — a time when strength ruled without restraint, when even the mightiest were not untouchable, and when the name ULF became synonymous with terror.
The dreadful actions of TITUS forced the Twelve Elders — a council established two generations before his reign under August ULF, and given authority to decide the succession of kings — to gather in secret. Their authority had been created to reduce violence and prevent another tyrant like TITUS from destroying the island.
During that meeting, Elder Pilates proposed something no one had ever imagined:
That rulership should be given to the women of the island.
Some of the elders immediately opposed the idea. They questioned how a woman could rule warriors who had lived their entire lives under the law of strength.
But Elder Pilates explained his reasoning.
Men depend on their own strength. But if a woman ruled, she would depend on them for protection. She would listen to them. She would seek their guidance. He also said that the island's blessings had not been properly used ever since the death of August ULF, and that a woman ruler might restore balance.
Elder Cleitus strongly opposed him. He argued that the woman could grow powerful and one day raise her shoulders against them.
Pilates answered calmly.
If that ever happened, her reign could end within hours. TITUS had taken them years to kill — but a woman ruler would be far easier to remove."I stand by Pilates."
The elders turned toward Euclid. Some of them still looked skeptical of his stance, but Euclid did not hesitate. His voice grew stronger as he reminded them why a man like Titus must never rule again.
"Have you forgotten so quickly?" he said. "Have you forgotten that Titus wished famine upon us? Have you forgotten that he slept with our daughters — all of them — and committed many more terrible acts that none of us dare speak aloud?"
The room fell silent.
"I take my stand beside Pilates," Euclid continued. If we choose another man like Titus, then we will destroy ourselves with our own hands."
The elders looked at one another. The anger that had once divided them slowly turned into understanding. One by one, they began to see the reason behind the proposal.
In the end, they reached a single conclusion.
A woman would rule the land.The new decree was heard across the land, and it made the men furious. To them, fighting a woman was like a lion hunting its prey without hunger to devour—it felt unnatural, yet the rage remained. Division quickly spread among them, and the rebellion was led by Tal ULF, the last true descendant of ULF.
After ULF died, his first son—still only a child—became king. Secretly, he formed an alliance with the NOSX and planned to wipe out every other lineage of ULF. The action was carried out so swiftly that the people of the land did not even know what had happened until it was already finished