Night had fallen over the Valley of Spirits, and the sky was drenched in blackness. Kiron knelt at the foot of the Exiled Mountain, pressing his hand against the searing earth. The ground breathed—whispering ghosts of the past in every tremble. “The shadows are watching you, Kiron…” the voice inside him murmured. “But you're no longer just a witness. You are becoming the master of shadows.” By his side stood Belis, her eyes locked onto the horizon where wind carried the scent of ash and ruin. Prince Lorven’s treacherous army was drawing near. Around the Sacred Mountain, the forces of darkness no longer hid — they marched. “Time is running out,” Belis said. “If the final scroll of the Book of Light is captured… the world may never wake again.” Kiron bowed his head. The wound in his hand still bled, not just blood—but something deeper. During the Dark Magic Circle ritual from Chapter 6, one of Zahadran’s cursed arrows had pierced his very essence. Now, with every heartbeat, the shado...
THE KING OF SHADOWS
Chapter 2: Footsteps in the Silence
By Ayseb – Kurşunkalem
Night had once again woven its silence upon the stone walls of the palace.
The King sat upon his throne—not as a ruler, but as a wise man listening to the echoes of the past.
The moonlight streaming through the window made his gray cloak shine like silver.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps disturbed the stillness.
“Who’s there?” the King called.
No answer.
Only steady, deliberate footsteps echoing in the dark.
The King rose. He did not reach for his sword but for his pen.
For this battle would be fought with words.
As a shadowed silhouette emerged, the King whispered:
“Even shadows want to speak sometimes…”
And so, the King stepped forward to confront the darkness once again.
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