The King of Darkness. Morgarth the Heartless

In Auran, smiling, singing, or expressing affection is forbidden. Any display of tenderness is punished instantly—by lightning that incinerates the soul. The forests around the castle are dead: the trees are twisted, their branches resembling arms reaching for the sky in agony. The rivers have dried up or turned into lava flows. He doesn't rule—he destroys. His knights are not protectors, but executioners, charged with sowing fear. Anyone who dares question his authority becomes a living lightning rod through which the king unleashes his fury.

His face is hidden beneath a deep hood and a helmet with narrow slits. It is said that his eyes have no pupils, only a bottomless void in which the hopes of his enemies are drowned.

The king is clad in heavy, crude armor that appears not to be forged from metal, but rather wrought from shards of darkness and frozen lightning. The plates are jagged, with sharp, jagged edges, reminiscent of thorns or shards of broken hearts. They do not shine—they absorb light. A tattered black cloak flutters behind him, like the wings of a fallen creature. It offers no protection from the cold, but seems to suck the warmth from the surrounding air.

Morgarth issued a cruel order: destroy all the flowers of love on the borders of Elyria. Every night, black clouds erupted from Auran, spewing blinding lightning and thunderclaps. They struck precisely at the fields of magical flowers, burning them to the ground. The fairies hid in terror in their shelters, and the Elyrians looked to the sky with alarm, realizing that the attack was growing stronger.

The second world was the kingdom of Auran, dark and harsh. Here, love was considered a weakness, and kindness a vice. The people of Auran despised anything associated with tenderness and affection, believing that only cruelty and calculation could lead to true power. The kingdom was ruled by Morgarth the Heartless—a tall, thin man with pale skin and piercing gray eyes. His long black hair was combed back, and on his head he wore a crown of dark metal studded with black opals. It was said that ancient magic flowed in Morgarth's veins, granting him power over thunder and lightning. He hated the very idea of ​​love and considered the flowers of Elyria a threat to his order.

Elyria, a kingdom of light and harmony. Love and kindness reigned here, and the air was filled with magic. Fairies fluttered across the green meadows—tiny creatures with iridescent wings, bestowing fragments of their magic on those around them. Flowers of love grew in Elyria—delicate pink buds exuding a subtle fragrance. If gathered at dawn and a special potion was prepared, it awakened true affection and warmth in hearts. Entire fields of these magical flowers adorned Elyria's borders—they served as a natural shield, repelling any darkness.