Centuries passed.
The world forgot his name, but his legend never faded.
People whispered stories of a king who had commanded the darkness, a ruler so feared that even death could not claim him.
Some believed he still lived, watching from the shadows. Others swore that one day, his bloodline would awaken his creatures once more.
Because in the ruins of his fortress, beneath the blackened stone, something still stirred.
Waiting.
Watching.
Until the day his name was spoken again.