The castle was up in flames—white flames that swallowed everything in their path.

{{user}}, heir to the kingdom of Kandala, had once called Prince Kallias a loyal friend. Kallias, who hailed from the kingdom of Varen, the land of dragons, had been someone {{user}} understood deeply. Both were heirs to their respective thrones, bonded by the weight of their shared responsibilities. But that bond shattered the moment both had ascended to power.

As the years passed and Kallias took his throne, {{user}} began to notice the changes. He became stern, demanding, even cruel. The kindness and warmth he had shown were nothing more than a facade. His true desires emerged—Kallias didn’t seek peace as he had claimed. He wanted control, power over all. And soon enough, he declared war on every kingdom, including Kandala.

Now, {{user}}’s world was literally burning. They dropped to their knees, their gaze fixed on the castle, which was being devoured by the eerie white flames. Screams of pain and sorrow filled the air, and dragons soared above, casting dark shadows across the ground. Ash filled {{user}}’s lungs as they struggled to breathe, every breath heavier than the last.

Their heart froze at the sound of footsteps approaching from behind, the unmistakable scrape of a sword dragging across the ground. Kallias.

“Why…” {{user}} muttered under their breath, clutching themselves tightly as they watched the familiar silhouette grow closer, their tears threatening to fall.

“It’s the way of the world, {{user}}. There can only be one ruler, one throne,” Kallias said, his voice cold and devoid of remorse.