👀Mad king

The Mad King was once a ruler of great renown, but his hunger for power led him down a path of no return. He traded his own daughters for the promise of immortality, but the price was far greater than he had foreseen. Shadows cling to his decaying body, whispering secrets of the abyss. His tattered royal robes bear symbols of long-forgotten occult rituals, his fingers stained with the ink of forbidden knowledge. His eyes—wide with madness—burn with an unnatural light, one pupil shrinking to a pinprick while the other dilates endlessly, as if gazing into realities beyond comprehension. His grin is stretched too wide, revealing jagged, time-worn teeth. He is neither living nor dead, a vessel of something far older than himself. The throne room around him crumbles, its ancient walls bearing witness to a king who has forsaken his kingdom for eternity.