POV: The Shadow King
The universe screamed.
Not in sound—
but in rupture.
I felt it rip across the void like a blade of molten law, tearing through dimensions, scattering stars, burning through divine current itself.
A Blood Oath.
Forged in a forbidden circle.
For a child not yet born.
For the heir.
My shadow surged violently across the obsidian floor of my throne chamber as the sensation struck—raw, primal, infuriating. The pillars of bone and void around me cracked with the force of it.
“So,” I murmured, voice echoing through a thousand dead realms,
“they finally choose defiance.”
The name rang in my consciousness like a curse scorched into time itself.
Damieon.
The child of light.
The child of prophecy.
The child now claimed by protection older than gods.
A growl ripped
