Kael stood in his study, the candlelight flickering against the stone walls as the three legendary figures took their positions before him.
Napoleon Bonaparte, dressed in his iconic French military uniform, exuded sharp wit and confidence.
Sun Tzu, robed in flowing silks, stood calm and calculating, his every movement precise.
Genghis Khan, clad in leather and fur, radiated an aura of raw power and unshakable authority.
For a moment, there was silence as the four of them took each other in.
Then Napoleon stepped forward, his piercing gaze locking onto Kael.
"I must commend you," Napoleon began, his French accent smooth yet commanding. "Few men have the ambition, let alone the nerve, to summon legends like us. And yet, here we are. Now tell me, Baron Kael, what is it you intend to achieve?"