Darkness. Cold, endless, suffocating darkness.
Kael Draven lay motionless, his body sinking into the void like a shattered corpse drifting in the abyss. Pain was a distant memory—his very soul felt fractured, barely clinging to existence. The last thing he remembered was betrayal. The faces of those who had once called him 'friend' twisted in mockery as they cast him into this hellish chasm.
He had been the strongest. The ruler of an empire that spanned continents. A tyrant feared by all, yet envied by many. And in the end, it was envy that had led to his fall.
A voice slithered through the darkness, ancient and insidious.
"You are not dead, yet. Your hatred is too strong. Your ego refuses to fade."
His fingers twitched. His body, once lifeless, spasmed with renewed energy. He gritted his teeth, a cruel smile forming on his lips.
"I refuse to die. I refuse to be forgotten."
The abyss pulsed around him, and in that moment, he felt it—power, raw and limitless, whispering promises of revenge. He reached out, and the darkness answered. In his palm, black flames ignited—Hellfire, a forbidden power capable of consuming even gods.