The night bled into the horizon like spilled ink.
From the highest balcony of the ruined citadel, Kael watched his kingdom shift beneath the dark clouds. The fires that once danced proudly now burned lower, as if even flame feared what it served.
The world was listening. He could feel it.
Every gust of wind, every c***k of thunder, carried whispers not born of mortal tongues. They weren’t words, more like emotions carved into sound. Fear. Awe. Doubt.
He closed his eyes, and the System hummed faintly inside him.
[Stability report: 47% and declining.]
[Kingdom resonance disrupted by host imbalance.]
[Recommendation: recalibrate emotional core.]
Kael smirked. “And how do you suggest I do that?”
[Purge unnecessary attachments.]
The words hung there, heavy and cold.
Kael’s gaze drift
