The Gold Dragon Monarch
Kaldarix dropped to his knees, overwhelmed by the torrent of images flashing before his eyes. They came faster this time, blurring together. Voices began to echo in his mind, blending with his own thoughts disorienting him.
Suddenly, he was transported into a memory, reliving a scene from his past. He found himself dressed in regal attire, standing amidst his people as they were mercilessly slaughtered. The faces of the gods responsible for the carnage became vivid and clear in his mind, haunting him with their malevolent presence.
As Kaldarix grappled with the haunting memories, a voice echoed behind him, "Why do you think they did this."
Startled, Kaldarix turned to see another version of himself, clad in the same regal attire but bearing wounds and kneeling in agony.
Confusion clouded Kaldarix's expression as he faced the apparition of himself. "What do you mean?"