HIS MAJESTY'S WRATH

A chill wind howls through the desolate plains, carrying whispers of destruction. The once vibrant kingdom now trembles under the gloom-laden hand of its ruler. The Shadow King, a being of immense power, has tasted loss and his fury is unleashed like a tempest upon the world. His soldiers, clad in armor black as night, descend on cities, leaving on

Deep within the soul of a sleeping mountain, a flicker pulsed with power. This was no ordinary fire; it was the breath of a dragon, long lost. Legends spoke of its heat, capable of vaporizing wood with ease. Few dared to seek it out, for the journey was fraught with peril. But those who did were drawn by its allure, seeking the wisdom it held withi