The Laughing King of Ruin
They called him a fool.
Painted face. Crimson smile. Jester of the kingdom of Arenthia.
But when the prophecy declared “The Fool will end the Kingdom”, Lorien’s death did not bring an end it brought awakening.
Resurrected in a white void, he ascended beyond archetypes, mastering the Authority of Mockery, Conceptual Deconstruction, and Narrative Subversion. What was once a joke became a weapon. What was once performance became a battlefield.
Now, Lorien Vale is no longer merely a jester. He is the Sovereign of the Carnival of Collapse, a realm born from laughter, pain, and betrayal, where reality itself dances to his whims. Mirrors reflect impossible futures, platforms shift like nervous dancers, and every fragment of the Carnival becomes a shield, a weapon, a message.
But Lorien is broken. Behind the porcelain mask, scars of betrayal, death, and loneliness pulse like a heartbeat. He is cruel, calculating, and terrifyingly honest. He does not fight for victory. He fights because existence itself is a stage, and he alone knows the price of truth.
The gods have taken notice. Six divine forces, led by Velkarion, seek to destroy him. The Hero, Kaelen Dorne, ascends through trials and divine intervention to stabilize the chaos. Lyssara, Goddess of Truth, watches silently, unsure whether Lorien is salvation or annihilation.
The Carnival pulses. Not from light, sound, or mirrors but from him. From every wound he’s survived, every betrayal endured, every cruel joke whispered in the dark. And as Lorien steps forward, every plane of existence shivers in anticipation:
If the Fool is broken, everything he touches breaks too.
And yet… he smiles.
Because in a world that fears truth, only the fool can wield it.
