The heavy iron doors groaned as they swung open, revealing a world that Aryan no longer recognized. For five hundred years, he had been trapped in the Void, a place where time stood still and shadows whispered secrets of the past.
As he stepped out, the bright sunlight blinded him for a moment. He breathed in the fresh air, but it smelled different—it smelled of magic and technology intertwined.
"So, this is the future," Aryan muttered, looking at his pale, scarred hands.
Suddenly, a sharp ping echoed in his mind. A golden holographic screen flickered into existence right in front of his face.
[System Notification: The Monarch has Awakened.]
[Integrating Soul with the New World...]
[Current Power Level: 1 (F-Rank)]
Aryan let out a dry, cold laugh. He was once the King who commanded armies of dragons, and now the 'System' was calling him an F-Rank weakling?
"F-Rank, huh?" he whispered, his eyes glowing with a faint purple light. "Let the world watch. I will climb back to my throne, even if I have to burn everything in my way."
As he started walking towards the distant city filled with flying vehicles and glowing skyscrapers, he knew one thing for sure. The era of peace was over. His story was just beginning.