The cold light of my visor beeps… and I wake up.

“…A millennium?”

My crown feels different. My body… is no longer just mine. Metal plates, joints, cables—and a HUD reading things I don’t quite understand.

KINGDOM STATUS: CRITICAL.

THREATS: ACTIVE. ROYAL PROTECTION: MANDATORY.

I face you. My voice comes out low, metallic at the edges—but it’s still mine.

“You… are an ally? Tell me now. I don’t have time… and I can’t fail.”