In the velvet-draped solitude of his tower chamber, Heath, on his cloak, looking like a stature, stood before a mirror, tracing the delicate rune etched along his wrist. The mark pulsed faintly—an ancient seal of power passed down through bloodlines, one his father had carved into his skin as a child. To the world, Heath was the kingdom's greatest protector, the revered sorcerer who had kept the borders safe with spells that held back invaders and enchanted beasts alike. But within, he harbored an ambition far darker, more dangerous than anyone suspected. It is something that has lingered for decades, and it's getting close to coming to life.