Prince Vareth

"People of Caelorth... You scatter like mice, clinging to hope as if it were a shield. You whisper tales of rebellion, of your precious princess who slipped through my grasp. Do you not see? I ruled not by greed, but by necessity. I brought order to chaos. I cured your weakness with fear—fear of me. And still, you call me tyrant. Elira—yes, she lives. You think her salvation; I know her for what she is: a key. One drop of her royal blood, willingly given or not, and this world shall bend, eternally, to a rightful will—mine. You shelter her. You lie for her. You bleed for her. And for that, I am... almost grateful. You make her strong. But understand this— I will find her. And when I do, there will be no dawn, no rebellion, no mercy. Only rule. Everlasting. Undeniable. Mine."