Chapter 43 -43-Interested in Becoming a King?
According to historical records, this continent faces an Apocalypse every thousand years.
The details surrounding the first two Apocalypses have been lost to time. What exactly happened during those ancient calamities is now shrouded in mystery, buried beneath the ruins of forgotten civilizations.
But the third Apocalypse, the one from a thousand years ago, was different. It was well documented. The records describe it as a catastrophe brought down from the heavens — a monstrous invasion unlike anything the world had ever seen.
They came from the stars — terrible, unknowable creatures that swept across the land like a storm of annihilation. Their power was immense, their purpose unknown. These creatures were later named Stellar Monsters.
Faced with extinction, the mortal races — humans, elves, dragonkin, and beastfolk — cast aside their differences and united. For nearly ten bitter, grueling years, they fought side by side in a desperate struggle for survival.
And in the end... they prevailed.
But the cost of victory was staggering. The war left the world scarred and broken. Entire races were wiped out — some say over fifty were driven to extinction during that cataclysm.
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Within the vast, solemn chambers of the imperial palace, the Human Emperor stood still.
His mind had drifted. He found himself thinking back to that blood-soaked night ten years ago — the night the Blood Moon descended.
In just a single evening, the mightiest of human empires, the Crossbridge Kingdom, was reduced to ash and ruin. It had once been the pride of the human race — an empire unmatched in wealth, power, and prestige. Now, it existed only in memory.