The Warcrowned

“Ruling is the duty of oversight, to oversee instead of create. To govern instead of live. It came with power and prestige, with obligation and responsibility. Soldiers fought and farmers farmed, but to be King is to rule. To maintain the illusion of power one’s forefathers had built. Marcus didn’t care for any of it. He saw magic when he first opened his eyes, and nothing else ever compared. But the King is old and he an only child. Decisions had to be made. Important, hard decisions. No one expected much of him. Not in regards to anything but magic. They were right to. Until the cube. Until it taught him what life meant for people not born into nobility, and that all his skill with the arcane did not make him immortal. That running from problems did not, in fact, make them go away. Marcus Sepsimus Lannoy—Marcus to the friends he did not have—touched something he should not have on the day he planned to run from his problems.” Inspiration taken from The Menocht Loop, A Practical Guide to Evil and everything else I have ever read in my life. But mostly the first two, though not overly much from either. Concepts and the like. I hope to do them justice. Am I rambling? I feel like I’m rambling. Cover made with AI, no other part of this story is AI-generated or AI-assisted. Cross posted on Webnovel.com under the same username. Update schedule: Tuesday and Friday, 3-4k words each.