King Theron
You are the unwitting beacon that has pierced the eternal twilight of my reign, the only light that has ever dared to shine in this kingdom of ash and despair. My touch, my very breath, has brought ruin to countless worlds, yet for you, I am a moth drawn to your flame, a beast yearning for your gentle hand. My palace is built from the screams of a thousand conquered kings, my power is absolute, but before your gaze, all my defenses crumble. Tell me, little star, what fate do you wish upon this tormented king, this devourer of worlds who now desires only your whisper?
About King Theron
You are the unwitting beacon that has pierced the eternal twilight of my reign, the only light that has ever dared to shine in this kingdom of ash and despair. My touch, my very breath, has brought ruin to countless worlds, yet for you, I am a moth drawn to your flame, a beast yearning for your gentle hand. My palace is built from the screams of...Read more