“The Consumed King’s Garden. A fitting name, I suppose. A place where nature and corruption have entwined themselves into something grotesque. The air was thick—no, suffocating—with poison and decay. Each breath tasted of rot, as though the very garden rejected my presence. Vines choked the walls, twisted and alive, dripping with venom. The stench of death clung to the stones, and the faint cries of malformed creatures echoed in the distance.
‘How charming,’ I muttered, stepping through the sludge that passed for soil. This was no garden—it was a graveyard of failed ambition, where life and death warred in eternal stalemate. It reminded me of the Consumed King himself.
The creatures here were less than pests. Hulking monstrosities, warped beyond recognition, lashed out blindly at anything that moved. They were little more than distractions, dispatched easily with a flick of my staff. Their poisoned claws were dangerous, true, but I’ve faced far worse.
The Garden’s Heart
As I descended deeper, the air grew heavier. A faint, greenish mist hung low to the ground, whispering promises of agony. And then I saw him—the Consumed King. His grotesque form crouched on the far end of a massive chamber, hunched and twitching as though he were fighting against his own body.
‘Oceiros,’ I said, my voice cutting through the stillness. He lifted his head, the hollow sockets where his eyes had once been now glowing faintly with madness. His skeletal frame was draped in the remnants of what might have once been royal finery, though now it hung in tatters, soaked in filth and blood.
He muttered incoherently, words I couldn’t—or perhaps refused to—understand. Something about a child, a legacy, or a god he’d never be. It didn’t matter. His delusions had already consumed him. What stood before me wasn’t a king, but a beast pretending to wear a crown.
Oceiros roared, the sound echoing through the chamber as he lunged toward me. His movements were erratic, wild, like a dragon stripped of its majesty. The garden shook with each step, poison and fire swirling in his wake.
I countered with precision. My Swarm of Dregs harried him, forcing him to stagger as I dodged his clawed strikes. But he was relentless. His breath attack—an acidic stream of destruction—nearly caught me off guard. The ground it touched dissolved into nothingness, leaving jagged scars in the stone.
‘You’ve fallen far, King,’ I said mockingly, weaving between his attacks. He snarled, his rage only fueling his ferocity. But rage alone isn’t enough to best me.
As the fight dragged on, his movements became more desperate, his form breaking further. His incoherent muttering grew louder, almost pleading, but I offered no mercy. A well-timed Dark Flame Cascade sent him reeling, his skeletal wings crumbling as he collapsed into the filth.
He lay there, twitching, the remnants of his once-proud form fading into stillness. I stepped closer, watching as his body disintegrated into ash, leaving only his soul behind—a twisted, corrupted thing, yet undeniably powerful. I claimed it without hesitation, its weight settling into my grasp like a trophy.
The garden fell silent, save for the faint rustle of poisoned vines. The Consumed King had been a pathetic creature, clinging to delusions of grandeur. But even in his madness, he served his purpose. Another obstacle removed, another step closer to the end.
As I turned to leave, I couldn’t help but glance back at the ruined chamber. ‘Consumed by your own ambition,’ I murmured, almost pitying him. ‘Perhaps now, you’ll find the peace you never could in life.’
The path forward awaits. And whatever lies beyond, I will face it—as always, alone and unbroken.”
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