Crimson Awakening

Wicked King's POV...

The moon screamed.

Not in sound—but in color.

Perfect night to take over the world and become king of all the world.

It split the sky with a wound of crimson, bleeding light across the heavens as the first sigil ignited beneath my feet. The mountain trembled, ancient stone groaning like a dying beast. I inhaled deeply, savoring the taste of it—fear, power, inevitabil