The king leaned back, swirling the last of his wine as if it were just another night in the comfort of his palace. His voice was low, almost conversational, but sharp beneath the surface.
"You see, Daemon — I'm sure you've heard the pretty little story. The orphan boy-king, crowned at ten after losing his parents to a 'tragic accident.' The loyal uncle stepping in to guide him. A perfect tale, isn't it?"
Daemon tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowed.
"Stories are for fools. What's the truth?"
Velrick let out a bitter laugh.
"The truth is my uncle has wanted me dead since the day I put on the crown. But not for power — not in the simple sense. He's after my Astra Core."
Daemon raised a brow, interest flickering.
"Your core?"
Velrick nodded, voice lowering further.
"When we forge our Astra Cores, we pour years of energy into them, feeding them until they grow beyond mortal limits. But have you ever wondered what would happen... if one core was fused into another?"
