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Location: The Abyssal Hall Seal, beneath the ancient kingdom of Sederis.
Time distortion: Undefined — Reality Distortion Active.
Weather: None. The air seems to breathes at each steps, but no wind can be felt from afar as the stars dance in the sky prison.
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The King walked alone again.
The lake above no longer rippled — it hovered, frozen mid-motion, a sheet of starlight suspended in the dark. Beneath it, a staircase of obsidian spiraled down into silence.Each step hummed with recognition as stones rose from the lake floor as he waited the owner of this realm outside her tower. Each stone remembered his footsteps.
Kye slept soundly near the upper alcove entrance, under a ward he had woven with his bare aura. He whispered a promise before leaving her side:
"Rest child... Some memories are best faced alone."
Now, his rags whispered against ancient marble as the large door opened itself invinting him in the ancient tower. He descended into the buried heart of Sederis — to the chamber that should not exist.
The hall opened wide before him, vast enough to drown a city.Columns of petrified light reached upward, holding up nothing.Chains of gold and bone hung from the ceiling, each one tethered to a figure — statues of forgotten queens, woman females carved from perfection itself, frozen mid-prayer.
At the center stood a throne of black jade, shaped from sorrow.And upon it, chained by ten rings of runic iron, sat her.
She was tall. Sculpted like war given grace. Her skin shimmered with bronze fire, her eyes with the depth of endless night. Hair like ink spilled through the stars framed a face no memory could forget. She was a very ancient Primordial Orcish female, an immortal not by choice... Long extinct orcish golden blood, capable of transcending the limits of immortals with their unique crystal magic 10 millions years ago.
And when she lifted her gaze, his memories shattered and blinked for a few seconds ripping a tear from his left eye.
"You came back, Jester."
Her voice was a melody sharpened into steel.
The King froze as he looked at her.No word — no sound. Only silence broke between them.
"Jester."The king smiled... "Ah to be called again" it struck his soul like the whisper of a vow he had betrayed.
Slowly, he approached, his shadow stretching across the broken tiles.His aura dimmed, not out of control — but humility.
"So you remember me."
She smiled, faint and cruel, yet full of sorrow.
"I remember everything. That is my curse. You took forgetfulness for yourself, my beloved fool."
Her chains clinked as she rose, each link glowing from within, restraining divinity itself.And even bound, she was radiant — the perfect tragedy sculpted by gods who envied love.
"Do you still wear those rags, my King?""Or is that all that's left of the one who promised to burn the heavens for me?"
The King's fingers twitched — a spark of blue aura flickered and died.His voice came slow, weary, heavy with centuries:
"Feralina..."
Her name was a wound — and saying it reopened something in him that time had failed to seal.
She stepped forward — the chains stretching, whining like metal remembering pain — but they held.
"You do remember." She laughed softly, and the entire chamber echoed with a strange magic at the sound of her voice."You buried this place yourself. So much for a wedding hall. It sure feels like a tomb now."
"You called me your bride," she whispered, "then forced your sins onto me."
He looked up at her now, and through the dust of ages, the aura between them shimmered — not as hatred, not as love, but recognition of something eternal.
"You weren't supposed to be here," he said quietly."You were supposed to be free, but the sin of greed touches us all..."
"Free?" She tilted her head, eyes glowing brighter. "For making my dreams... A reality?"
The air thickened. Every chain trembled as her aura rose — black-gold, molten, divine.The statues around them cracked, shedding dust like falling snow.
"You sealed me here, Jester. Because the gods demanded balance. Because your chaos needed a cage."
"And now look at you — the same old god... Alone... Wandering the dirt in rags, protecting innocents, pretending to be mortal."
"Tell me..." she stepped closer, until only her chains kept them apart —"Do you still have the strength to break what you once built?"
He raised his hand slowly, the faint shimmer of his One-Tap aura crawling up his fingers like ghostly flame.But he didn't strike.
Instead, he brushed the air between them — and the invisible chains sang.
"If I break them," he murmured as he looked at her with a faint smile, "you will destroy this world and all that i sacrificied to make it a place of freedom."
"Then let me destroy it, my love," she said, tears of molten gold running down her cheeks. "At least we'll be together in the ashes."
For the first time in a thousand years, the Immortal King smiled — not in joy, but in resignation.
"You never stopped calling me your fool."
"And you never stopped being my King."
The chamber shook as ancient sigils flared alive along the floor, bursting with blue and gold fire.Sederis — the forgotten kingdom — seemed to breathe again after a thousand years, exhaling a pressure so old it made the stars above flicker.
And in the middle of all this awakening ruin stood Feralina, the Bride of the Forgotten Throne, burning with a divine fury shaped like longing over 10 millions years...
"Break them," she whispered."Break my chains, Jester… let us end this miserable world together."
Her voice was silk laid over steel.A promise and a threat.A prayer and a war cry.
The King stood before her, hand half-raised, blue aura flickering in his fingertips like a flame struggling in the wind.
He looked at her — truly looked — past the divine wrath, past the chains, past the centuries of betrayal.
He saw the woman who had once held his hand on a balcony of starlight…The one who stood beside him against the Council of Ten Suns…The one he had sealed with his own trembling hands.
His fingers curled.
The aura extinguished.
The shaking stopped.
Feralina blinked.
"You… refused me?"
His voice came quiet.Not weak — controlled.
"I am not freeing you, Feralina."
Her expression broke — fury, heartbreak, disbelief warring across her features.
The chains groaned, reacting to her swelling aura.
"You DARE deny me again? After everything? After imprisoning me in this tomb you named a throne? DID YOU COME HERE TO MOCK ME AGAIN !"
The King stepped forward, calm beneath her rising storm.
"I will not free you from your seal.""Not because I fear you…"His eyes softened — unbearably so."But because i cannot bear to see you burn from this world right now."
Feralina roared — a sound so raw it splintered stone pillars behind her.
"I do not care for the world!"
He nodded as he flew towards her and grabbed her by the shoulder in his embrace.
"I know.""That is why you must stay."
She strained toward him, the chains stretching, glowing, cracking—
Then he did something she didn't expect.
He kneeled and bowed his head touching her legs.
Not as a king.Not as a god.Not as her jailer.
But as the one who shared her hatred and her love...
"I came to ask something of you."
Her rage faltered.
For the first time since he entered the chamber…she looked startled.
"A favor?" she whispered, voice trembling.
He lifted his gaze — and she felt it like a blade and a caress.
"A girl came with me.""A halfling. Lost. Marked. Possessed. Hunted."
The chamber dimmed as his aura thinned into gravity itself.
"She carries the soul of Faerisy within her.""And very dangerous ennemies i thought long gone are coming.""I need you to hide her aura."
Silence.
The Bride stared at him, stunned not by the request…but by the humility of it.
She had expected fear.Desperation.Apologies.
Not this.
Not a king kneeling before the woman he once damned.
"You… want me… to protect a child?"Her voice trembled between fury and disbelief."A mortal child?"
He nodded.
"Faerisy chose her.""I must protect her by the laws of chaos.""But even my aura draws storms.""Only you can veil her from the heavens and from the shadows of our past."
Feralina's hands clenched, chains biting into her wrists until gold blood ran down her palms.
"You sealed me for so long…"Her voice shook."…and now you ask me to save someone else?"
He met her eyes — and in them she saw an exhaustion older than the sky.
"I ask not as your King.""Not as your jailer.""But as the fool who once loved you."
Everything broke inside her at those words.
The chains didn't.She did.
Her aura collapsed inward, shuddering.Tears of molten gold streamed down her cheeks.
"I should hate you," she whispered."I should tear your throat out for daring to speak like that."
She lowered her head — not in submission, but in agony.
"And yet… I... I still cannot refuse you."
The King exhaled — quietly — relief hidden behind a thousand lifetimes of restraint.
Feralina lifted her hand.
Golden fire curled at her fingertips.
She touched her chest gently, drawing a sigil of ancient orcish blessing across her heart.
Then she pressed her hand forward — toward the King — and a spark of her divine essence flew past him, racing up the staircase toward the sleeping girl above. As the flow of her essence touched the skin of Kye its sparkled all around her.
"Her aura is veiled.""Her soul is wrapped in my dream.""No eyes nor souls will find her for seven days."
She looked away, bitter and broken.
"It is done... Now leave me to be..."
He nodded.
"Thank you."
As he took the stairs up she began to laugh like a cracked whisper.
"Don't thank me yet."Her eyes burned."After those seven days, Jester…""You will owe me something."
He paused.
"Name it."
She smiled — sharp, aching, divine.
"A new contract."
The chamber trembled again.Not from her power…
From his silence.