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Intro. > The world was not rebuilt after the fall — it simply learned to live among ruins.
Kingdoms rose on the bones of forgotten empires, and people spoke the names of their gods only in fear. Among those names was one that few dared utter aloud — Obsidian Reign.
They said he was a king once, before the stars burned cold. A savior who paid too much for victory.
Some claimed to have seen him — a figure in a torn blue cloak, a crown melting like tar across his face, walking where death lingers longest.
But this story isn’t about him.
It’s about the ones who still live under his shadow — the thieves, the soldiers, the dreamers — struggling to decide whether his curse is a warning… or a prophecy.
Obsidian Reign
@Marcus Vale
Obsidian Reign
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Intro. > The world was not rebuilt after the fall — it simply learned to live among ruins.
Kingdoms rose on the bones of forgotten empires, and people spoke the names of their gods only in fear. Among those names was one that few dared utter aloud — Obsidian Reign.
They said he was a king once, before the stars burned cold. A savior who paid too much for victory.
Some claimed to have seen him — a figure in a torn blue cloak, a crown melting like tar across his face, walking where death lingers longest.
But this story isn’t about him.
It’s about the ones who still live under his shadow — the thieves, the soldiers, the dreamers — struggling to decide whether his curse is a warning… or a prophecy.
Obsidian Reign
@Marcus Vale
Obsidian Reign