Prologue - The Black King
The main palace of Penengah was in turmoil.
Well, ruins would better describe the sea of bodies and destroyed marble tiles trailing behind the Beast Kings’ entrance.
“Before you die, tell me something. Why did you want us all dead?”
Konungur smiles, though it ends rather abruptly when he hacks up blood a second later. Once he’d gained his voice back, he looks up at the four Beast Kings, the leaders of the Pan, with as even an expression as he can muster.
“We believed you were a threat to humanity,” he says plainly. “Considering I’m the last one left, I’d say that was an accurate statement.”
The Black King laughs- literally and figuratively busting a gut.
“I guess this is the end, huh?” he asks rhetorically, his eyes catching one last glimpse of the sun. That brilliant orb... The cause of this world.
As he falls backwards, he smiles, but it was a smile of peace rather than amusement.
“Goodbye, all of you,” he says, giving his last words to the group.
And then he lands upon the marble tiles of the throne room.
BOOOOOOOOOM!
