For decades, Aradon ruled unchallenged. His kingdom prospered, but it was a reign built on terror. Though no enemy could overthrow him, time remained undefeated. As he aged, he knew his power would not last forever. He had no heir, no successor to carry on his legacy. He could feel the creatures stirring, sensing his mortality, waiting for his command.
One final time, he entered the dark forest, descending into the chasm where it all began. There, he spoke his last command. His creatures would not perish with him. Instead, they would sleep beneath the ruins of his castle, waiting for the day when his bloodline would call them once more.
With that, Aradon the Dark faded into history. His name became legend, a story whispered in fear among the rulers who followed. His fortress crumbled, his kingdom shattered, but the monsters remained. Waiting. Watching.
And one day, they would rise again.