The skies roared as fire and lightning danced in furious harmony. Beneath the storm, an army of cloaked mages chanted in perfect unison. A forbidden ritual, cast not to honor, but to betray.
At their center stood a man cloaked in scorched silver and shadowed flame. The Elemental King, his robes torn, blood trailing down his face, yet his eyes still burning with command. Around him, the capital crumbled, stone cracking beneath the weight of treachery.
"You dare strike down your own shield?" he spat, voice echoing across the battlefield. "I bled for this empire. I burned kingdoms for you!"
The Emperor stepped forward, robes untouched, crown gleaming like a mockery of justice. "You became too powerful. Too dangerous. No man should command all the elements."
"Then let the world crumble without me," Ajax the Elemental King growled.
And with a final incantation. ancient, wrathful, and absolute… the ritual struck. Thousand spears of light pierced his body. Magic itself recoiled.
He died not with a scream, but with a curse.
"In the next life... I return not as your sword, but as your reckoning."
A century passed.
In a quiet village, far from the capital, a dying boy drew a sudden breath—
And the world shifted.