Seven Seats And The Icy Empress

Alistair shifted his hand toward the second balcony, bathed in a blood-red, oppressive crimson glow. Sitting upon the stone throne was a broad-shouldered, rugged man clad in dark steel armor, his eyes sharp and ferocious as a starving hawk's.

"The Second Seat... is the Seat of War, headed by Genghis Khan."

I froze. My brain completely stalled for a solid two seconds.

"Wait... who?!" I blurted out, my eyes widening in sheer, unfiltered disbelief as I stared straight at the ancient conqueror. "Genghis Khan?"

[Certainly the one with highest body count...in both ways. Host, you can take him as your inspiration for atleast one thing.]

The broad-shouldered man in the red balcony let out a deep, dangerous grunt, his thick eyebrows furrowing into an annoyed glare as he looked down at me.

"What are you staring at, brat?" Genghis Khan growled, his voice sounding like two grinding tectonic plates. "Have you never seen a warrior before?"