“Norax Duskgale.” The name itself carried weight. Fear. Hatred. The villain. The cold-blooded leader of the most brutal organization in history. The man who burned empires, ignited countless wars, kidnapped princesses and nobles from the shadows— the monster who even killed a dragon. That was the Norax Duskgale he wrote. And now— Nox let out a slow breath. But reality was different. The world already hated him. Already feared him. Already decided his sins. His fingers clenched. Yet every step he took created another misunderstanding. Every word sounded like a threat. Every decision was twisted into malice.