The King Of Crowns

Three thousand years ago, the heavens crowned a king. His name was Vordor the Blessed. With the divine crown upon his head, he ruled Afriterra in an age when magik walked openly across the world. Kings bent the knee, beasts obeyed his voice, and even the Djinn of smokeless fire trembled beneath his dominion. But when Vordor fell, the crown vanished. The temples of the Sky God crumbled into dust. The world turned its back on the heavens. And the age of the Blessed King faded into legend. Now, three thousand years later, a discovery has shaken the throne of Afriterra. Deep within the ruins of Vordor’s shattered palace lies a sealed door untouched since the day the king died. The High King of Afriterra believes the crown lies behind it. But the ruins are not empty. The Djinn still linger in the halls where they once bowed to a mortal king. They remember the crown. They remember its power. And some doors are sealed not to protect what lies outside… but to imprison what lies within. For the Crown of Vordor was never meant to be found again. And whoever places it upon their head may awaken a power the world buried three thousand years ago.