The king was losing his power. The rebels had surrounded his castle, slowly working their way towards the inner sanctum. There would be no surrender. Not now. And so, the king reached for the book the cat in black had given him. The book told a magical story of a land not unlike the king’s, in which everything was wrapped up neatly in a fairy tale ending…
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A ripple of chaos ripped through the universe. The wyrm slipped its way around the light, bending the rules and order of the angels. Fiction became reality, and the king marched towards the rebelling townsfolk, armed with the expanse of his imagination.