The moment Henry sat on the menacing throne, thousands of images and fragmented memories flashed through his mind, waving in and out a chaotic and disjointed reality to pierce together. The king could only sit there with a distant gaze, trying to fit a few parts together, which proved effective, allowing him to understand a few things.
"Mythseeker Lineages" - Henry unconsciously murmured, his once gray eyes briefly taking on a vibrant purple hue, resembling the image of a whole galaxy – "We belong to an ancient clan responsible for hunting down Myths, beings that disrupts the world's balance, killing or keeping them as far away as possible from our realms and from the secular world."
