Kael found himself sitting on an unfamiliar throne, his body strange and powerful.
Before him, rows upon rows of humanoid creatures with horns, their faces a mixture of beastly and human traits, knelt before him in submission. The air was thick with anticipation.
One of the subordinates, bowing low, addressed him reverently, "Your Majesty, our elite warriors are prepared and ready to be deployed for the war against the gods."
A deep breath escaped him, his gaze turning cold as he looked over the demons who waited for his command.
But before he could respond, everything faded, and his surroundings shifted.
Kael's eyes snapped open.
He was back—back in a bed. Familiar sheets. The room, the surroundings—it was all too familiar. "Hmm? The royal guest room of the imperial palace? His heart raced, confusion clouding his thoughts.
He quickly sat up, scanning his body. Everything felt… normal. But something was off. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was no longer the same.
