He once ruled as a just host, praised for generosity and oath. But thrones sink, and kings who bend too long break. Benevolence gave way to ruin, and the stone hammer in his grasp became the voice of that truth. Each strike was not fury but inevitability, teaching Kalki that all things built—kingdoms, oaths, even mercy—end in the same collapse. In the Nether King’s fall, destruction revealed itself not as rage but as the quiet law beneath creation.
