Chapter 11 - Shadows of a New Dawn

The world was quieter now, but that silence was heavy, like the calm before a storm so big it could swallow whole kingdoms. Ceyr stood on the highest peak of the Blackfang Mountains, the throne's power still burning inside him like a wildfire beneath his skin. His eyes glowed faint gold in the dark morning light, scanning the horizon where shattered lands met broken skies. He wasn't just a king now—he was a force that could bend fate itself, but with that power came something darker, something colder. The Devourer's hunger was still there, but it was quiet—for now. Around him, shadows moved like ghosts. They were the remnants of the old world, the forgotten souls, and the cursed ones who had been lost to time. They whispered secrets only Ceyr could hear, warnings of enemies hidden in plain sight. Far away, in the ruins of the Silver Empire, the Archlords met in secret, their faces grim, knowing the rise of the Devourer King meant war would soon reach every corner of the world. The first to move was Caelina, the Saintblade. She had disappeared after their last battle, but now she returned, stronger and colder, her silver armor shining with holy light sharpened by years of silence and training. Her mission had changed. No longer just to kill Ceyr, but to understand him—and if possible, to stop the darkness he carried before it swallowed everything. Their next clash would decide more than just two souls—it would decide the fate of all. But while kings and warriors prepared for war, Ceyr made a choice. He would gather those lost to the shadows, unite the forgotten, and rewrite the world's future. Because the throne was his—but the throne alone did not make a king. The path ahead was full of blood and fire, but Ceyr was ready. The dawn was breaking. A new era was beginning.