[Sylvia's POV]Carl lost his title, his wealth, and his future. The royal decree stripped him of his humanity, condemning him to the barren wastelands.He wandered the dead territories, feeding his hatred and craving power to destroy the King who humiliated him. He struck a deal with forbidden forces, absorbing raw black magic into his shattered soul.The dark energy warped his flesh. It twisted his bones, turning him into a monstrous, grotesque beast.He gathered a massive army of exiled rogues, weaponizing their resentment against the Crown. He launched a suicide assault on the capital during the full moon, catching the royal guards off guard.The iron front gates of the palace crumbled under the rogue siege.Alaric commanded the royal defense.The King shifted into a colossal black Lycan, a nightmare of muscle and shadow. He stood in the breached archway, holding the line alone.He tore through the rogue ranks with precision, snapping spines and crushing skulls with his bare claws.
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