The Fiery King of Ancient Gold

Eisen slowly opened his eyes and looked around in his bedchambers. Or at least, the room that used to be the bedchambers. This place could hardly be called that anymore. After all, right now, it was just turned into a realm of ashes by Eisen's transformation.

Of course, the chains holding Eisen down were still attached to him even now. There was no way that the barely level 350 Eisen would be able to break chains created by a max level Eisen. But now, the old man could relax because the chains slowly crumbled away, noticing that the had ended.

Eisen stood up in the ashes of his room and let out a deep sigh as he looked at the piles that used to be his furniture, "What a bother... Well, at least everything seems to have worked out properly. Now... onto the next journey."

[You have completed your ]

[You have received your true demonic name, Hilmir Rogmalm de Grandour]