Monarch Of Death

Karnak, now crowned as the Monarch of Death, found himself lost in contemplation. “What use is a skeletal form?” he muttered, his hollow voice echoing through the shadows. Having ascended to the throne through the dark arts of necromancy, he had mastered the forbidden knowledge—yet an unexpected longing stirred within him. Memories of warm flesh, the pulse of life, and forgotten sensations haunted his undead mind. Regret gnawed at him as he gazed upon his bony hands, stripped of the pleasures he once took for granted. The power he wielded was vast, but the absence of mortal desires left him hollow in more ways than one. Even as the ruler of death, he yearned for what he could no longer possess. The irony was bitter—immortality had come at the cost of everything that made existence sweet. His kingdom stretched endlessly, yet his soul remained imprisoned in a cage of bones.