The Blade Beneath the Crown

The Hero Selection Ceremony concluded with grand cheers, songs, and blessings. But amidst all the celebration, only a few noticed the subtle tension in the air — the kind of silence that precedes a storm.

Rivaniel Flameborn had been declared the Hero of the East.

He knelt before the Empress, his hand on his chest, his lips speaking words of loyalty. Yet, beneath that golden light, Priyanshu could sense the dissonance — the vibrations of a soul that had been twisted by darkness long before the ceremony began.

As the nobles feasted, danced, and toasted to "hope," Priyanshu walked away from the gathering, slipping into the hidden corridors of the Imperial Palace. Asha followed, silent and alert, like a shadow fused to his.

In the depths of the palace, they entered the Forbidden Archive — an area sealed off by generations of rulers.

But today, the seal melted before Priyanshu's hand.

[System Trait: Absolute Access – Authority Level Overriding Any Barrier Below Sovereign Grade.]

The great doors creaked open, revealing rows upon rows of blackened scrolls, cursed tomes, and forgotten relics.

Asha gasped slightly. "These are... records of the Forbidden Lineage?"

Priyanshu's eyes scanned the symbols. "Not just records. They're confessions of emperors — all who bowed to the Abyss in one form or another. This Empire was never righteous. It was always… tainted."

He pulled out a scroll wrapped in dragon sinew and read its title:"The Pact of Thorns – When the First Empress Betrayed the Heavens."

The truth was chilling. The rise of the Empire had been backed by abyssal creatures. In exchange for power, a ritual had been completed — sacrificing a thousand heroes to forge a never-ending throne.

No wonder heroes never returned.

Priyanshu's smirk deepened. "So, that's your legacy, Empress? An empire built on betrayal, death, and lies."

He placed the scroll into his spatial ring.

Suddenly—

[System Alert: Assassination Incoming – Hostility Detected]

Without hesitation, Priyanshu turned and grabbed a dagger midair. A masked figure dressed in all black dropped from the ceiling.

"Traitor to Fate!" the assassin hissed.

Priyanshu laughed. "Is that what I'm called now?"

The fight lasted mere seconds.

With a flick of his fingers, Priyanshu summoned invisible threads of Qi. They wrapped around the assassin's limbs, snapping bones and silencing screams.

"Who sent you?" he asked.

The assassin coughed blood but said nothing.

Asha's eyes gleamed coldly. "Want me to tear the memory from his mind?"

Priyanshu waved his hand. "No need."

He pressed a finger to the assassin's forehead.

[Villain's Skill: Thought Dive]

Images flashed — a black crown, a silver blade, and... Rivaniel's face.

"I see," Priyanshu whispered. "The Abyssal Order is already testing me."

He looked up, voice cold. "Let them come. I've waited too long in the shadows."

As they left the chamber, Priyanshu paused before a rusted mirror. For a moment, his own reflection shifted — showing not a noble prince, but a monster with ten black wings and eyes like galaxies collapsing.

He smiled at it.

Because that monster... was him.

And soon, the world would see it too.