Chapter 39
The Last King
Far beneath the ruins...
Darkness had slept for centuries.
No wind reached this place.
No moonlight.
Only silence.
Then—
A single crack echoed through the stone chamber.
Ancient chains wrapped around a massive throne began to glow with crimson symbols.
The hooded figure descended the worn stone steps slowly, carrying the broken silver crown.
He stopped before the throne.
A smile spread across his face.
"My King..."
His voice echoed through the darkness.
"The Moon has chosen her Queen."
Silence.
Then—
A pair of crimson eyes opened.
The air turned cold.
Very cold.
The figure on the throne did not move.
Yet every chain surrounding him rattled violently.
A deep voice filled the chamber.
"So..."
It sounded less like speech and more like mountain
