Upcoming return of a king

The town was in chaos.
People bowed, whispered, and followed her every word. They called her the Right Hand of Death.
But Lilia was just a girl.
"How did this happen?" she thought, gripping her trembling hands.
Ren's voice was always calm.
"You did well, Lilia."
She didn’t feel like she did well.
Her words had enslaved the town.
Her voice had rewritten reality.
Was this really what she wanted?
Or was she just a pawn in Ren’s grand plan?
Above the Rooftops… 
A figure stood watching.
A girl.
The same girl who had entered Ren’s sealed cave.
And the same girl who had murdered the one before her.
She crouched low, her blade still stained with blood.
Her cold eyes followed Lilia’s every movement.
"So, she is the one he chose?"
She gripped her dagger tightly.
Lilia did not deserve to be Ren’s messenger.
Lilia did not deserve to be his right hand.
"You took the role that should have been mine."
The girl smirked, her eyes glowing with a dangerous light.
"Don’t worry, Lilia."
"I’ll make sure you never see him again."
Meanwhile… 
Lilia felt a chill run down her spine.
She turned her head slightly, feeling as if someone was watching her.
Ren’s voice broke through her thoughts.
"Lilia. Focus."
She swallowed hard.
But in her heart, she knew.
She was being hunted.

Something was changing.
The air in the town felt heavier.
Shadows stretched where they shouldn’t.
People whispered Ren’s name as if it had always been a part of their prayers.
His presence was growing.
Lilia could feel it deep in her soul.
"Ren… what are you?"
Her hands trembled as she stood before the people.
The town no longer belonged to its ruler.
It belonged to him.
News of the chaos had spread.
The nearby kingdom did not wait.
They sent spies.
Men and women who moved like shadows, disguised among the people.
Their mission was clear—
Find the source.
Eliminate the problem.
One spy, cloaked in a traveler’s robe, watched Lilia from afar.
"She’s the key."
Another hid among the guards, whispering false reports.
"The Right Hand of Death has begun to change the people."
The kingdom would not let this continue.
The king himself gave a decree—
"If Ren truly lives… he must be destroyed again."

She stood in the dark.
Watching.
Waiting.
Her blade was ready.
"Ren will return."
She had no doubt.
She had been waiting for centuries.
Waiting for the moment his presence would rise again.
Waiting for the chance to offer herself to him.
But first—
She needed to remove the false disciple.
"Lilia… you are in my way."
She smiled, gripping her blade.
When Ren fully awakened…
She would be the first to greet him.
And if Lilia stood in her way—
She would die.
The air in the grand throne room of the Kingdom of Auria was thick with tension.
At the center of it all, an old woman knelt before the king, her eyes hollow yet gleaming with a supernatural light.
She was The All-Seeing Eyes, a woman who had predicted the rise and fall of countless rulers.
She had spoken of plagues before they spread, wars before they began, and deaths before they happened.
Now, she spoke of something far worse.
"He stirs once more… The King of the Kingless World."
A single sentence was all it took to turn the atmosphere into ice.
The king, a hardened man who had ruled for decades, felt his blood run cold.
The murmuring of nobles and knights filled the vast hall.
"You are certain?" the king asked, his voice betraying the smallest tremor.
The fortune teller smiled, her lips curling into something far too knowing.
"The world will tremble once again. Your kingdom is first."
Her voice carried a strange echo, as if multiple people were speaking through her at once.
The generals lining the room exchanged glances.
They had heard the legends.
They had read the records.
They knew what kind of monster had been sealed away centuries ago.
A man who had no throne yet ruled all the same.
A tyrant whose control extended beyond armies and into the very souls of those around him.
A warlord who bent the strong and the weak alike to his will.
The King of the Kingless World.
He had been sealed at great cost.
And now, if the prophecy was true—
That monster was returning.
The king’s grip tightened on his throne.
"Summon the generals."
There would be no waiting.
No hesitation.
This time, Ren would be destroyed before he could rise.
The Kingdoms Prepare for War 
Banners of war were raised.
Messengers rode across the land, calling for every knight, mercenary, and warrior available.
The town—once an insignificant place barely acknowledged on a map—had now become the battlefield for the fate of the world.
From the Holy Kingdom of Zenith, crusaders donned their armor, chanting prayers of purification.
From the Empire of Valtor, battle-hardened soldiers marched with the cold precision of war machines.
From the Sorcerer’s Federation, mages gathered in secrecy, discussing spells that could bind even the strongest of beings.
Even the Underground Syndicates, usually disinterested in war, began preparing for the worst.
It wasn’t about politics anymore.
It was about survival.
If Ren truly returned, there would be no stopping him.
They had failed once before.
They would not fail again.

Lilia stood on a rooftop, her cloak wrapped tightly around her, watching as soldiers entered the outskirts of the town.
Her heart pounded.
The streets below were filled with whispers.
Ren’s name was no longer just a quiet legend.
It was a warning.
Some spoke of him as a monster.
Others as a messiah.
But all of them spoke with fear.
"This wasn’t supposed to happen so soon…" Lilia muttered under her breath.
She had followed Ren’s orders, planting his influence little by little.
She had spread the rumors.
She had made people believe in his return.
But now, everything was happening too fast.
Her hands trembled.
"I’m not ready for this."
A voice echoed in her mind.
Ren’s voice.
"The world will always fear power greater than its own."
She clenched her fists.
"But you must move forward."
She had chosen this path.
There was no turning back.

High above the town, perched on the roof of an abandoned building, a figure watched Lilia.
The same woman who had killed the girl in the cave.
The same woman who had sought out Ren’s seal.
Her lips curled into a grin.
"So, it really is happening."
She had been waiting for this.
Waiting for the inevitable chaos that came with Ren’s return.
She had killed to witness this moment.
But Ren had yet to appear.
She frowned.
"Why isn’t he here yet?"
Her eyes flickered with intrigue.
Perhaps the seal wasn’t fully broken.
Perhaps Ren wasn’t ready.
"How interesting."
She leaned back, watching as the town descended into madness.
There was still time.
She would wait.
And when the moment was right—
She would strike.

Ren watched.
Not with eyes, but through the fears of those who remembered him.
Through the whispers.
Through the nightmares.
His presence, once barely a flicker, now grew stronger with each passing day.
The war had come to him faster than expected.
But it didn’t matter.
If they wanted war—
Then he would give them war.
He let out a low chuckle.
"They sealed me once."
"They think they can do it again?"
"Fools."
The last time, he had been caught off guard.
The last time, he had been alone.
But now?
Now he had Lilia.
Now he had fear itself.
And soon—
He would have everything.
The kingdoms thought they had control.
They thought they were prepared.
But they had already lost the moment they chose to fight.
Ren closed his eyes, feeling the seal weaken.
"Just a little more time."
"And then…"
He smiled.
"I’ll show them what true control looks like."
The sound of war drums echoed in the distance.
The armies had arrived.
The kingdoms were ready.
The spies had infiltrated.
The warriors had drawn their weapons.
And at the center of it all, Lilia stood alone, staring at the approaching storm.
The weight of it all crushed her chest.
But she couldn’t stop now.
She had to keep going.
Because she knew one thing for certain—
Ren would return.
And when he did—
The world would never be the same again.