The day King Alan descended into the secret dungeon to end his wife's suffering, the corruption finally won.
It had devoured the last vestiges of her will, shattered the final thread of control.
And with that, the chains that had held Queen Vivian for so long, even when they were forged with the strongest magic, blessed by the holiest priests, and reinforced with seals, could no longer contain her. They broke, snapped like fragile ice. And by the time Amaras reached the chamber, it was already too late.
What greeted him was a gallery of horrors.
There, in the center of the room, stood a monument to madness. The creature that had been his mother hovered over the stones, wreathed in a shroud of violent, twisting shadow. Her form was a blasphemy, with flesh swollen and split around jagged bone spurs, eyes two burning coals in a face stripped of anything human.
And at her feet was her husband, Amaras' father, the current King of Lionera..
