I could recite from memory the lives of every character from the story, from the main villain Priscilla to the lowest servant of the house of Egon, in a land far to the west, beyond the wastelands of Ash. I knew every landmark, every street, every nook and cranny from all cities, forests and valleys, every mountain, and their timeless secrets.
How could I not, if I had created this world from scratch?
Living in a world I had created was always a dream of mine…. And now, for whatever reason, I was living the dream. A feeling of excitement cursed through my body, causing the lightning in my hand to shine brighter until it passed.
With the brightest smile I had, I looked up at King Gael, who suddenly looked quite small for his throne. Certainly, Arthur would fill his shoes much better in t
