Long ago, when the Seven Realms trembled under the weight of tyranny, it took three Lords to bring down the feared King Zorna—a despot who had sealed the realms from humanoid hands, fearing their hunger for power.
The first was T-D-H-O-K-H-A—a being of pure, elemental force. Feared by even the shadows, he was hailed as worthy of the Throne of All Realms. His very presence bent the will of men.
The second was Diminosior—strategist of darkness, silent and devastating. As deadly as T-D-H-O-K-H-A, he wore the mark of ten crowns—the highest tier of threat known to the realms.
The third Lord remains a phantom in history. No one knows their name, nor what became of them. Only whispers remain.
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Somewhere deep in a forgotten stronghold…
The dark throne room echoed with silence. The torches barely flickered. And in the center, seated on a stone throne carved from obsidian, was T-D-H-O-K-H-A—unmoving, unreadable.
From the shadows, the Reaper stepped forward, bowing low.
Reaper: “My Lord… I can feel it. A war is brewing. The silence before the storm. It’s been a hundred years since Zorna struck you down… but something is coming.”
T-D-H-O-K-H-A (with a low laugh): “Who would dare challenge me now?”
Suddenly, a ripple of darkness crept along the walls. A black mist twisted in the corners of the chamber.
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Reaper: “Forgive me… Perhaps I’m just an old fool, haunted by the past. A Lord like you… remains untouched. We still haven’t located the Nexus. Without it, your rule remains unshaken.”
T-D-H-O-K-H-A: “And our soldiers?”
Reaper: (with a wicked grin) “Drunk with power. They pillage freely. The realms bleed in silence, and no one dares stop them.”
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A Flashback – Three Days Ago
As N-Annanta lay bleeding in the ruins of Kaal’s palace, his mind slipped into memory…
Sareya's Voice Echoes in His Mind:
“Our land… it was once beautiful. Green fields, golden skies, laughter in the streets. I was just a child when it all changed.
I remember his eyes… the way tears slid down his face as the news spread across the world:
‘King Zorna has fallen.’”
Zorna had forbidden entry into the Seven Realms. He knew what the humanoids craved—power. With it, they would enslave, not liberate. And so he tried to protect the balance, until he was brought down by the three Lords.
In the Realm of Slavery, known as Ajodhya, the suffering was relentless. Its ruler, King Deva, held four million men under his banner. Swordsmen, cavalry, merciless warriors—all trained to fight until the end.
But even that wasn’t enough.
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One Hundred Years Ago – The Fall of Ajodhya
A messenger burst into the royal chamber, face pale with fear.
Messenger: “Your Majesty! Corruption has spread across the realms. The world turns against us. We must prepare—there will be war!”
King Deva: “Let them come. We are four million strong—masters of blade and beast. We will fight. We will die if we must—but we will not fall.”
Suddenly, the gates of Ajodhya groaned open with a thunderous crack. Silence swept across the courtyard.
There—at the gate—stood a lone figure.
A man.
But not quite.
He was wreathed in shadows, his presence like smoke drifting from the edge of death itself. An ice-forged sword rested atop his shoulder. Cold. Silent. Waiting.
Deva (from atop the rampart): “Who dares approach the Kingdom of Ajodhya?!”
The figure stepped forward.
K-A-A-L.
Kaal: “King Deva… I am here for one reason. Your time is over. Your kingdom has rotted from the inside. You were warned. But you chose corruption.”
Deva (laughing bitterly): “You speak as though I fear you. Turn back now, stranger. You were given an order. Leave… or be buried beneath our blades.”
Kaal: “You talk too much.”
He tilted his head.
Kaal: “Let me silence you.”
A soldier from Deva’s army screamed and charged forward, sword raised.
But before he reached Kaal, time seemed to freeze—literally.
Kaal raised his hand.
In a flash, the soldier’s body turned to solid ice, limbs suspended in motion. With a flick of his fingers, Kaal shattered him into glittering fragments.
Gasps echoed across the courtyard.
King Deva (furiously): “Kill the bastard! Attack him! Now!”
