Chapter 218: The Weight of Forgotten History
Samuel's POV
The sun hung low in the sky as I sat atop a broken stone pillar, gazing over the desolate expanse of the Forsaken Lands. The wind carried the scent of ancient dust, whispering across the ruins like ghosts telling forgotten tales. My fingers traced the cold surface of the Forgotten King's Relic, a small ornate ring pulsing faintly in my palm.
The knowledge I had just uncovered sat heavy in my mind. It wasn't just history—it was the truth about this land's destruction, a truth buried beneath centuries of silence.
I exhaled, leaning back slightly. "So, this is what it all led to."
My gaze flicked to the three records I had collected, the words still fresh in my memory.
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The King's Fall – Betrayal and Ruin
The first record had spoken of the last Forsaken King, a ruler who had trusted his council, only to be betrayed. They had abandoned him, stolen his power, and left the kingdom to rot.
"Typical," I muttered to myself. "Greedy bastards, always thinking they can seize power for themselves."
But their treachery didn't just kill a king—it had doomed an entire civilization. Without leadership, the Forsaken Lands crumbled, its people scattered or consumed by the darkness creeping in from the Abyss.
"I wonder... if he knew it would end this way."