Chapter 9: The Unraveling Begins

The first sign of collapse came at dawn.

A fire erupted in the western district, its flames licking hungrily at the homes of the commoners. Panic spread, the city guards scrambling to contain the chaos. But the fire was only the beginning.

By midday, the royal treasury reported missing funds. By dusk, a high-ranking noble was found dead in his chambers, his throat slit with surgical precision.

And in the heart of it all, Kael watched.

He had planned every move, set every piece in place, and now, the city danced to his tune. The king's advisors were at each other's throats, paranoia clouding their judgment. The guards turned on their own, suspecting treachery where none existed—yet.

Kael stood atop a high balcony, overlooking the crumbling order of Eldoria. The abyss had given him power, and now he wielded it like a maestro conducting a symphony of ruin.

The time for whispers was ending.

The time for conquest had begun.