PROLOGUE

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The King, his crimson eyes blazing with victory's fury, turned to his most trusted seer. Her face, usually serene, was etched with a horrifying vision. "Speak, seneer!" he boomed, his voice echoing in the blood-slicked throne room.

Nilunok ng babae ang kanyang takot, the metallic tang of fear thick in her throat. "My King," she rasped, "I see... a shadow... cast upon your reign. A darkness that will rise and consume all you've built."

The king slammed his fist on the armrest, the force cracking the obsidian stone. "Anong kadiliman? Sino ang nagtatangka sa Imperium?"

The seneer trembled, her voice barely a whisper. "Noon gabing bumagsak ang Lunaria," she began, "may batang isinilang. A child... bathed in the dying light of a fallen kingdom."

A collective gasp filled the room. The King's crimson gaze narrowed. "A Lunarian whelp? They are all but dust now!"

The seneer pressed on, her voice gaining a desperate urgency. "This child, Your Majesty... she is different. In her, I see a power... a potential that dwarfs even your own."

King's face contorted in rage. "Impossible! My reign is absolute!, no prophecy, can change that!"

The seneer flinched, a cold dread creeping down her spine. "But Your Majesty," she pleaded, "Hindi ito ordinaryong bata. She is... the harbinger of your downfall."

The words hung heavy in the air, a death knell to the revelry. A terrifying silence descended, broken only by the rasping breaths of the vampire soldiers. Suddenly, the seneer lurched forward, clutching her throat, her eyes wide with terror. Then, silence.

The King stared, a cold fury hardening his features. "Kasinungalingan!" he roared. "Mere whispers to sow discord! This prophecy ends now!"

He turned to his most ruthless captain. "Find this child. Eliminate the threat before it can bloom." The captain bowed, a cruel smile twisting his lips.

The King watched him leave, his heart a stormy sea of doubt and rage. A child, born of a conquered kingdom, prophesied to be his undoing? He wouldn't allow it.

"I would crush this prophecy before it had a chance to take root..." The King whispered to himself as his gaze fixed on the emptiness.




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