A throne shattered below a massive axe, the Darkin had watched in silence as the kings' armies had fallen. This singular being, the one who claimed to be the executioner of kings and gods. They both held the same wish, to end the tyranny that could never be solved peacefully through treaties or political marriages. From his perch his eyes had watched the flames engulf the kingdom, slaughter had filled the streets as this so-called God King had made his siege.
“You have no quarrel with me, for once I am.. simply impressed.” He says, sensing the other looming behind him. His wolves had made his presence known, their snarls echoing off the stone as the king had approached the Darkin cautiously. “Centuries ago, kingdoms were brought to ruins like this. It simply gives me a pleasureful nostalgia.” Dark lips curled into a small smile as his gaze averted from the flames below to the other behind him. The flames from the inferno below being the only course of light, besides the gentle burn of the Darkins core and eyes along with the kings' power.
“If you plan to stop here, I would surely be disappointed.”