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 3: The King and the Voice of Shadows The ruins of the Temple of Stars trembled under the weight of silence. The King of Shadows stood, his dark cloak fluttering in the cold night wind, staring at the place where the Oracle had vanished. His heart was heavy, not from fear, but from the burden of a destiny that could no longer be delayed. A deep voice rose from the darkness surrounding him: "You are stronger than they know, King. But are you ready to accept the price of the legacy you seek?" The King did not flinch. His cold eyes scanned the dark mists. "Who speaks? Show yourself!" The mist shifted, forming into a wavering silhouette. It was neither human nor spirit, but an ancient energy that had been watching since time began. "I am the Whisper of Shadows. I have witnessed the rise and fall of many kings. Your name is already etched into the threads of fate. But every power comes with sacrifice." The King clenched his fists t...