Being a king wouldn't be all that hard, right? After taking the crown by force, the Champion undertakes the kingly role. Still, he has one goal in mind, yet he remains blind to what's around him. Unrest builds within the kingdom he dreams of leading to victory and improving beyond what a normal man could even hope for. All the while, a war's brewing and coming right to the kingdom that is in no shape for such an onslaught. As the commander he was trained to be, as the relentless killing machine known for massacring the orcs, the Champion has rarely changed. The title of king did little to waver his very straightforward mindset. But without Shimmer--his sole purpose for guiding the humans by their hand--without any company, he succumbs to the horrors of isolation. A hero has somebody to fight for, a motivation. How could the Champion be one, then, if he doesn't have anybody but himself? Cover made by booklored.