Every legend has two sides.
Both are true. Both are false.
The truth lies somewhere in between.
The humans speak of an age of chaos—of demons that crawled from the abyss to drown the world in fire and blood. They call themselves heroes for ending it. Their songs praise steel and light, and their histories are written in ink washed clean of guilt.
The demons remember something else.
They remember a peaceful world, whole and unbroken, before humans arrived bearing banners and blades. They remember treaties shattered, lands burned in the name of progress, and gods that turned away when the slaughter began. Branded as monsters, they were hunted to extinction’s edge.
Now only embers remain.
The world believes the demons are finished.
The demons know better.
For legends never truly die.
They wait—for someone to rise and claim the truth… and the throne.