POV: The Shadow King
So.
The child has awakened.
Across the Veil, beyond time, beyond flesh, I felt it the instant the bond flared—like a scream of light tearing through eternity. A single pulse of life, fragile as breath… yet weighted with the power to undo me.
Damieon.
The name burned across the ancient runes that bind my existence.
I rose from the black throne carved of fallen realms, the abyss itself bowing beneath my will. Shadows stirred at my command, writhing like living veins through the void.
“For centuries,” I murmured, my voice echoing through nothingness, “they hid you from fate.”
The prophecy was never destroyed.
Only delayed.
I had slaughtered bloodlines. Erased dynasties. Burned royal moons from the sky. Every heir that prophecy promised me had died screaming.
Ev
