They used to say that if the Slumbering King wished for someone to die, it was already done.
There were no signs, no warnings, not even the sound of a blade. The world simply forgot that person ever existed.
Many who knew the Demon Lords agreed he was not the strongest in raw powerful or destruction.
But he was the most terrifying.
His Authority was not something like a powerful fire, or destructive death, or annihilation. It was made of silence, pure void, and nothingness.
The Slumbering King did not live in the same world as others. His true body rested in a place where time and space no longer had meaning, a layer above reality where even gods could not see.
What walked among demons and mortals was only his vessel, an obsidian giant carrying a fraction of his power. But even that was enough to destroy armies.
