
by The Cosmic Mjolnir
A century ago, Thiradell burned. Its white stone streets were swallowed in black ash. Its royal family was butchered and displayed upon pikes. Its people were erased in a single night of horror. Elanil was not a knight. He was the king’s assassin — the blade kept in shadow, sworn to protect the crown at any cost. On the day it mattered most, he was sent away. Now, one hundred years later, he returns to the ruins of his homeland. The city still whispers. The dead still linger. And the creatures that tore through Thiradell’s gates still crawl its streets. But the destruction was not chaos. The gates were breached too cleanly. The hidden royal passage remained untouched. Supplies meant for survival were left unused. And within the secret chamber behind the throne, Elanil finds something that should not exist — a map leading deep into human lands, and an object pulsing with unknown power. The world believes Thiradell fell to revolt.Some whisper it was divine punishment.Others claim the royal assassin himself betrayed the crown. All of them are wrong. To uncover the truth, Elanil must retrace the final days before the feast that changed everything — the last sunlight on white stone, the last laughter in the taverns, the last promise he made to Princess Faelyn. As he follows the trail beyond elven borders, he will forge new alliances, confront ancient forces, and uncover a design far greater than the fall of a single kingdom. Because Thiradell was not simply destroyed. It was sacrificed. And the ashes still hide the reason why.
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