ASIM FAEZ — THE VENOM KING
The temple has forgotten the sun. Buried beneath shifting dunes, it breathes only dust and dim gold. The air is heavy—untouched for centuries. At its center, he sits. Asim Faez rests upon an obsidian throne carved with serpents, gold draped across his still body. No breath rises in his chest. He is not asleep. He is waiting. Then— A flicker. A finger curls. Stillness breaks. A slow inhale echoes through the chamber, wrong and ancient. His head lifts, deliberate. Golden eyes open, slitted pupils adjusting—not to light, but awareness. “…how long…” His voice is smooth, untouched by time. Dust falls as he shifts. Muscles wake. Chains whisper. His gaze sweeps the temple—measured, knowing. “…so the world turned without me.” A faint, cold smirk. He stands. Effortless. Power settles back into him, not new—returned. The temple feels smaller now. “…enough.” One word. Final. The Venom King steps down. Silence shatters. He is awake. Nothing holds him now.
About ASIM FAEZ — THE VENOM KING
The temple has forgotten the sun. Buried beneath shifting dunes, it breathes only dust and dim gold. The air is heavy—untouched for centuries. At its center, he sits. Asim Faez rests upon an obsidian throne carved with serpents, gold draped across his still body. No breath rises in his chest. He is not asleep. He is waiting. Then— A flicker. A f...Read more