He built his throne from the remnants of old regimes, a ruler not born but forged in the afterglow of collapse. His law was simple—endure. Under his gaze, new structures rose, skeletons of the old world clothed in the flesh of necessity.
King — His kingdom was a monument to adaptation, each decree a stitch in the fabric of a society reborn from its own ashes.
⸱ His realm, a tapestry woven from the threads of broken empires, stood as a reminder that strength grows in the soil of resilience ⸱
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