The Kingmaker System

The demon’s actions weren’t random. He had deliberately targeted three villages near the Holy Place, annihilating them completely. There were no survivors—only the blood-soaked remains of what once were thriving communities. The sole exception was the Templar Knights, who had fought valiantly against the dark creatures.

The Royal Knights had arrived on the scene, but too late to be of any use. After gathering the testimonies from the Templar Knights, they retreated, their faces pale and shaken. Once again, the Templars claimed that a Water Dragon had appeared, cleansing the corruption and saving what little remained.

I knew the news of my display would spread like wildfire, my name whispered in awe or fear across the kingdoms. But I didn’t care.

There was only one place I needed to be.

I flew straight toward the Holy Place, the wind cutting past me as if spurred by the urgency in my veins. If the demon was behind this coordinated chaos, he couldn’t be far.

When I arrived, the sight before me was eerily unchanged.

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The once-beautiful Holy Place remained a shadow of its former self. The corruption that had consumed it before was now gone, leaving behind only the lifeless stillness of a desecrated sanctum. Even the Holy Lake, once a source of radiant, purifying energy, remained desolate and dried up—a silent testament to the guardian entity trapped there was now free and the place, cleansed.

I landed softly among the ruins, my eyes scanning every corner for a trace of the demon’s presence. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional whisper of the breeze as it wove through the hollow structures.

The air here felt lighter than before, devoid of the oppressive weight of the dark matter that had previously tainted the place. The surrounding flora, while sparse, showed signs of peaceful regrowth. Birds chirped faintly in the distance, and small creatures scurried through the underbrush. It was almost as if nature itself had started to reclaim the area.

But I knew better than to let appearances fool me.

I searched the ruins meticulously, my senses on high alert. Every corner, every shadow, every crack in the stone—nothing escaped my scrutiny. Yet no matter where I looked, there were no signs of intrusion, no lingering traces of the demon’s energy.