The search for the last of the Blood Kings took Kael to the distant lands of the Eastern Plains, where the old royal families had retreated into secrecy after the gods' rise to power. These families, though diminished, still held vast influence over the land. Kael knew that uniting them would not be easy, especially with their distrust of him and his rise to power.
But his efforts were not in vain. Slowly, he gathered the leaders of the old families, convincing them that the time had come for the bloodlines to rise again. They came to him, one by one, each offering their support in exchange for promises of power. But Kael knew that this alliance, fragile as it was, could be the foundation of the new order—or its destruction.
As the final member of the Blood Kings arrived—a woman named Lysandra, the last heir to a forgotten dynasty—Kael felt the weight of his decision settle heavily on his shoulders. Lysandra was powerful, cunning, and dangerously ambitious. She could be the ally he needed—or the one who would bring his downfall.
"I've heard much about you, Kael," Lysandra said, her voice laced with both respect and caution. "You've killed gods, destroyed empires. But tell me, what do you truly want? Power? Control? Or something more?"
Kael studied her, his gaze unwavering. "I want the world to be free. But I need your help to make that happen."
Lysandra smiled, her eyes glinting with intrigue. "Then we'll see how much of this world you're willing to burn to get what you want."