Chapter 3: The Rise of Darkness
In the days that followed, **Ishar Blackthorn** was no longer the same man. He had gained the power of the **Void**, an ancient and dark force that granted him control over the elements, the ability to manipulate minds, and the strength to crush armies beneath his feet.
The first sign of his newfound power was when he visited the **King's Court**. There, in front of the nobles who had once laughed at him, he displayed his mastery over the elements. With a mere flick of his wrist, he summoned a storm that struck the kingdom's capital, setting fire to the royal palace. The once-mighty King, **Marek Valeroth**, trembled before him.
"Do you see, Your Majesty?" Ishar's voice was cold and unwavering. "This kingdom is nothing. The crown you wear means nothing. It will be mine, and you will be but a memory in the dust."
Ishar's words were like a death sentence, and yet, **King Marek** couldn't move, his will stripped away by the sheer force of Ishar's power.
"Why... why are you doing this?" the King whispered, his once-proud voice broken.
"Because I can," Ishar replied with a cruel smile.
With a gesture, the King fell to his knees, his life force drained away by Ishar's shadowy energy, leaving only a husk behind. The throne was his.