The Lycan King Eclipse

ed within his ancient prison, his mind a haze of memories and pain. Chains, forged from the blood of moons and the magic of traitors, coi

, echoing against the cavern walls until it became a hammering roar. The chains tre

the damp earth, hear the rustle of unseen creatures, and feel the burn of the chains still trying to bind

es distu

ame the faint shuffle of footsteps, hesitant and uneven. A figure emerged from the sha

e whispered, her

isked much to find this place. Speak

ures-high cheekbones, storm-gray eyes, and a cascade of dark hair t

held him. They creaked in protest, cracks forming in their

"It's a prison, and you don't belong here. I came to-" She f

er sound. "Free me? Do you k

ight danced across her features, revealing a resolve that surprised him. "Your kind

to his flesh. He had once ruled a thriving kingdom, his people strong a

ed, his voice sharp. "Do the

afraid. But there are those who still

ight, her hand hovering near the dagger at her waist. She wasn't entir

my life story,"

best do it quickly. These chains won't hold much

ced a vial of dark liquid, its contents swirling like shadows trapped in

ryndor arch

o rely on fragments of knowledge to even find

ted, his tone leaving

uid hissed and smoked as it met the metal, eating away at the spell lik

scles bulging and veins darkening. With a final, bone-rattling growl, he sn

ack, her dagger drawn, as Eryndor stood to his full height. He tower

kill you," he said, hi

ightening on the dagger. "If you're going to kill m

ory. He could smell her fear, but beneath it was somet

o cower. "You were betrayed, were

ncil chamber, the poisoned wine, the flash of steel as his most tr

inued. "They've built an empire on the ruins of your ki

luntarily. The thought of his people-his legacy-be

don't have to trust me. Just know that if you want revenge

wled its discontent, urging him to reject this fragile human. But

ut understand this: if you betra

he dagger back into its

. The world beyond awaited, a world he hadn't seen in centuries.

m," he said, his voi

s light but deliberate. "Good.