Chapter 18: The Three Dark Lords

  Lionel carefully broke the seal, and the scroll unfurled on its own, as if it had been waiting to be read. The words, burned into the ancient parchment, glowed with a dim light.

  — It speaks of three Dark Lords… — he read aloud.

  The First Lord was the most majestic. He could not be classified as a demon, an elf, or any other known being, yet his form bore traces of all these races. His name was Kalios, and he possessed the power to bend the minds of the weak. It was said that his voice was like the whisper of Darkness itself, and those who heard it could no longer resist his will.

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  The Second Lord, Ovius, ruled the eastern lands of the Dark World. Unlike Kalios, he was hot-tempered, impatient, and craved war. His army was the largest, and he led raids into other worlds, spreading chaos and destruction. Many worshiped him as a god of devastation, but his wrath was as unpredictable as his power.

  The Third Lord was the most cunning of them all. He ruled the northern lands, weaving intrigues and treating even his allies like chess pieces. His name had been lost to time, yet he knew secrets even the other Lords did not. He was the one who sought a way to merge the Dark World with the others, aiming for absolute dominion.

  — This… — Lionel hesitated, glancing at his friends.

  — It means they might try to escape, — Ethan said grimly.

  — Or they’re already looking for a way, — Stan added, staring thoughtfully at the scroll.

  And in that moment, they realized—time

  was running out.