Chapter 93: Helios Part 1
They say a kingdom doesn’t fall in a day.
They’re wrong.
Mine did.
Sunfioree — the kingdom blessed by Sol, golden banners billowing over fields of sunlight, the land where dawn never quite faded into night — turned to ash in a single afternoon.
And I watched it burn.
I was thirteen.
Not a prince. Not a warrior.
Just a boy — the last son of a dying light.
I remember the heat.
Not the warmth of our sacred flames.
But heat like fever — heat that melted banners, warped stone, made the horizon ripple and scream.
I remember the smell.
Not incense.
Burning flesh.
The Obscurum army came like a shadow spilling over a candle flame, swallowing color, swallowing hope. Their magic was wrong — void where mana should have flowed. Everything they touched withered i
