C212 AN INVITATION WRITTEN IN BLOOD
The announcement did not echo.
It detonated.
From the Blood-Fed Kingdom to the remotest mortal villages, the declaration spread like a living thing—whispered in darkness, written into fear, carried by those who knew exactly what it meant.
The Blood King was stepping down.
And nothing survived unaffected when a throne was left empty.
Damon did not waste time on disbelief
