For decades, King Morgaz ruled the Everdale Empire with an authority no rival dared challenge. Under his command, a once barren land transformed into the richest and most peaceful empire in the known world. Trade flourished, borders held firm, and war became a distant memory whispered only in history.
Many believed his strength was unmatched. Others claimed it was not power, but something far more calculated that kept the world at bay.
No rebellion rose. No alliance dared form. No enemy came close.
Until the day he died.
King Morgaz passed away in his sleep—without warning, without struggle, and without leaving behind a clear successor.
And for the first time in decades, the silence surrounding Everdale does not feel like peace.
It feels like something waiting.