Prologue: THE FORGOTTEN THRONE
“At the Awakening of a Legend Once More”
Dorion’s POV [Ancient Sealed Demon] [The 3rd King of Netheria]
Silence—crueler than any scream.
How many thousands of years have I been imprisoned in the dark?
I’ve lost count.
Days turned to centuries,
And centuries crumbled into dust beneath the weight of time.
But the memory of a fallen crown lives on in every breath this world takes.
Once, no one could stop me.
I was the strongest being in all of Mysquetonia.
But when I could no longer be controlled,
The gods created a failsafe.
A chosen one.
And thus began my exile.
I still remember...
The last cries of those who fought.
The fire in their defiance.
The god-chosen savior—
Valthereon.
A name that almost feels laughable now.
He didn’t last either.
Time swallowed him long ago. Now he’s nothing but ash.
Yes, he sealed me.
With their sacred mark.
With their self-righteous power.
Pfft. But where is he now?
While I… I am here. Returned.
Mysquetonia—the world that once knelt before me—
Now breathes freely again in the absence of my shadow...
Until one fool
Touched a power they could never comprehend.
Ah.
I heard her voice between the cracks of time.
Her breath—frightened, yet determined.
I didn’t see her.
I didn’t feel her.
But…
I am here.
Again.
And on the first breath of my freedom,
The world smiled—or perhaps it trembled.
Do you feel it?
That wind that carries a secret?
That silence that feels like something is watching?
That’s me.
I am the shadow they will never forget.
I am the monster behind the bedtime tales.
I am the reason this world was torn in half.
And now,
My followers will rise again—
Not to unite.
But to kneel.
“This time… I won’t be merciful.”
“And this time… the world will beg for mercy it will never receive.”
