Shadow Monarch's Requiem-Chapter 21: The Weight of a Crown

Jin-Ho Kang stood in the heart of the abyss, the remnants of his battle fading into silence. The Forsaken King was no more, and with his defeat, the abyss had fully submitted. Shadows coiled around him, whispering their allegiance, a sea of darkness bending to his will.

The System's voice resonated in his mind:

[You Have Achieved Supreme Authority Over the Abyss.]

[New Title Acquired: Ruler of the Void]

[New Skill Unlocked: Abyssal Gate]

Jin-Ho clenched his fist, feeling the power coursing through him. He had come so far, yet he knew this was just the beginning. Ruling the abyss meant bearing its burdens, shouldering its wrath.

A movement in the distance caught his attention. From the lingering darkness, a figure emerged—tall, clad in ornate black armor, eyes gleaming with spectral light.

[High Wraith Commander – Raze]

The figure knelt before him. "My liege, the abyss awaits your decree. What are your orders?"

Jin-Ho studied the being before him. It wasn't just Raze—more figures began appearing, shadows given form, creatures of the abyss who had once served the Forsaken King. Now, they were his.

"First," Jin-Ho said, his voice carrying across the silent void, "we rebuild. The abyss has suffered under weak rulers for too long. That ends today."

A ripple of energy spread from him, reshaping the shattered lands. Towers of dark stone rose from the abyssal depths, forming a vast citadel fit for a monarch. The throne he had claimed stood at its heart, now fully realized in its terrifying majesty.

[Abyssal Fortress Constructed.]

The wraiths and specters stood in solemn reverence. The abyss was no longer a chaotic, forsaken wasteland—it was an empire.

But Jin-Ho knew his work wasn't finished.

Turning toward the void beyond, he felt a shift—something was watching, something vast and ancient. The abyss was his domain now, but other realms existed beyond it. Realms that would not welcome his rise to power.

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A smirk played on his lips. "Let them come."

The coronation was over. Now, the conquest would begin.