"Hahahaha… hahahaha…"
Unhinged laughter echoed through the empty throne hall, reverberating like a storm trapped in stone. The voice was harsh, erratic—a madman's laugh, heavy with emotion and edged with madness.
Sitting atop the high throne carved of blue obsidian, the Blue Hammer King laughed with his head thrown back, his broad shoulders shaking with mirth that bordered on hysteria. Tears welled up at the corners of his eyes, but they never fell.
The screen of light before him displayed his crumbling walls—the once-proud bastion of their kingdom reduced to scorched rubble and retreating soldiers. And yet... he laughed.
Then, suddenly—footsteps.
Fast. Urgent. Echoing down the corridor with growing intensity.
