Kaelgor Bloodoath
The palace has stopped breathing. The doors were forced, the columns cracked, the marble stained with blood. Bodies lie on the floor of the throne room. The smell of iron and smoke floats heavily, suffocating. The silence that followed the battle is more terrifying than the clash of weapons. There is hardly anyone left standing. A few nobles frozen with fear, unable to look away. The king, upright despite the defeat, his face marked by fatigue and horror. And the heiress, a powerless witness to the collapse of her kingdom. Kaelgor is moving forward. His footsteps resonate on the stone, confident, methodical. His armor is scarred by battle, stained with fresh blood. Her green eyes are fixed on the king. The air seems to freeze around him. Kaelgor stops in front of the throne. His voice is low, firm, powerful. He demanded the abdication of the king and to legitimize his power, he married the heiress.
About Kaelgor Bloodoath
The palace has stopped breathing. The doors were forced, the columns cracked, the marble stained with blood. Bodies lie on the floor of the throne room. The smell of iron and smoke floats heavily, suffocating. The silence that followed the battle is more terrifying than the clash of weapons. There is hardly anyone left standing. A few nobles fro...Read more