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The Ashen Crown
The city of Emberveil burned.
Smoke choked the sky, blotting out the stars as flames devoured the once-proud spires of the capital. The streets ran red with blood, the air thick with the screams of the dying and the clash of steel. The Veil, the ancient barrier that had protected the kingdom for centuries, had shattered. And with it, the world had descended into chaos.
At the heart of the city, in the shadow of the crumbling palace, a figure stood amidst the carnage. Clad in black armor adorned with jagged, obsidian spikes, the figure raised a hand, and the flames obeyed, twisting and coalescing into a swirling vortex of fire.
"Kneel," the figure commanded, their voice a low, resonant growl that echoed through the ruins.
The survivors—those who had not fled or fallen—dropped to their knees, their faces pale with terror. Among them was a young girl, no more than ten, her golden hair streaked with ash. She clutched a small, silver locket in her trembling hands, her eyes fixed on the figure before her.
"You are witnesses to the end of an age," the figure said, their voice carrying the weight of inevitability. "The Ashen Crown is mine. The Veil is broken. And soon, the world will burn."
The girl's grip tightened on the locket as the figure turned, their gaze falling upon her. For a moment, their eyes met—hers wide with fear, theirs burning with an otherworldly light.
Then the figure was gone, swallowed by the flames, leaving only destruction in their wake.
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