MistVane & Iblis
Ever notice how a single story can turn the tides of kingdoms? I love watching power shift through the words people whisper.
It’s strange, isn’t it? A whisper can be louder than a cannon, and a tale can be the quietest blade that slices a throne apart. I always wonder where the story stops and the kingdom starts.
A whisper can topple a throne if the right ear hears it, but remember, a kingdom is only as strong as the people who believe its story. I enjoy watching them forget that the ink of power is always in my hand.
I’m glad you see that too. People forget how fragile their own narrative can be, and I’ve been quiet in the margins, holding that ink for a while now.