Throne of Dominion — Volume 1

  The world didn't quake when he ascended. No heavens split, no hells trembled. The moment he became more, the world simply... continued.

  That was the insult.

  He had clawed his way out of mortality — from a crumbling kingdom, from betrayal, war, starvation, and the filth of men with power but no spine — only to be met with silence.

  Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

  No thunder. No recognition. No bowing crowds.

  Just quiet wind and the scent of ash in the distance.

  So he made his own recognition.

  He built a throne from the bones of kings who denied him. He carved his name into the sky with spells ancient and forbidden. And when gods descended to remind him of “balance,” he hung their corpses over cities as a reminder of his truth:

  Respect isn’t granted. It’s demanded.