And now, with Aradon’s disappearance, they had discovered something terrifying.

A prophecy—hidden in the depths of ancient texts.

It spoke of a bloodline, tainted with shadows, cursed with eternal dominion over the creatures of the abyss. A direct descendant of Aradon would one day awaken his creatures, and with them—his reign.

The beasts were waiting.

Not for Selene.

Not for war.

But for his heir.

Somewhere in the world, someone carried his blood. And when the time came, they would call upon the monsters, and Aradon the Dark would return.