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For centuries, mortals believed that time was the greatest ruler of this world. How naive. Time was merely a servant winding the clock, while I was the one who decided when the gears would break.
Yet, even an ancient entity like myself once felt a cold shiver pierce through eternity.
It wasn't a blade that frightened me, nor the wrath of heavens long forgotten. It was a whisper.
A voice echoing from the deepest, obsidian halls of the Underworld, delivered by a Queen whose crown was forged from forgotten souls.
"Your destruction shall come at the hands of a mere mortal."
I had laughed back then. The sound had rattled against the damp stones of the abyss like breaking glass. A mortal? A fragile, breathing toy made of clay and fleeting heartbeat, daring to shatter the master of the stage?
It was an absurd joke whispered by an ancient queen who simply envied my absolute freedom.
And yet, supreme confidence often leaves a tiny door unlocked for fate.
To mock the prophecy, to prove to the dark realms that no such creature could ever exist, I began to search.
Century after century, across crumbling empires and ash-covered kingdoms, I hunted for the anomaly.
I watched countless generations rise and fall, turning their grief into my personal vintage wine, until my gaze finally settled upon a foggy, hopeless town and a newborn child crying in the shadows.
Efsun.
From her very first breath, I watched her. Not out of fear, but out of a twisted curiosity. I waited for her to grow, waiting to see how this supposed executioner of mine would even dare to look me in the eye.
And then came the fire. The tragic, suffocating death of Ateş-her childhood love, the only anchor keeping her tethered to a gentle reality. When that anchor snapped, Efsun plunged into an ocean of profound, unyielding grief.