The Hero Called a Tyrant
Ruby finally reached the last section of the temple's ancient records. The worn pages seemed heavier than the ones before, as though they carried the weight of history itself.
She took a slow breath before reading aloud.
"To humanity during the Age of Chaos, Anos was a tyrant."
She paused, letting the words settle over the room.
Then Ruby continued, her voice quieter than before.
"But to the demon race... he was a hero."
No one answered.
The room fell into a heavy silence, as if everyone instinctively understood the contradiction in those words.
To humanity, Anos had been a nightmare.
To the demons...
He had been their greatest king.
"He protected them," Ruby continued.
"He united them."
"He led the demon race to heights it had never reached before."
She lowered the ancient record for a moment, letting her gaze drift across the room.
Every face was fixed on her.
"It is said that he ruled for more than a thousand years."
