Clang!
Clang!
The cuckoo clock's support broke with the chime, and the wingless wooden bird fell toward the abyss like a person seeking death. The mist swirling through the entire city spiraled at this moment, condensing to welcome the ancient monarch's throne, transforming into the crown and regal attire for its arrival in the present world.
Layers of grey mist enveloped the wooden carving, sketching out fine scales, forming a thick tail and slender limbs, manifesting as wings that were only skeletal. The illusory body, swollen like a barrel, appeared in the mist, with a very small head raising up due to the summoning. The light from the other side of the stars entered its body, giving strength to the Fake King shaped by Netherworld Eyes and the Spirit Prison Realm, allowing the fictional idea to become real under its power!
