Second Trial: The King's Spiral
They entered a vast throne room twisted into an impossible spiral, its walls made of frozen time, where each step forward was also a step backward in memory.
At the center, sat the Forgotten King.
A massive figure, draped in torn gold, crowned with stars gone dim. His sword was rusted through, impaled in the stone before him. He did not move. He did not speak.
Until the team approached.
Then the throne cracked—and time screamed.
The King's voice echoed in fragments.
"Why… do you… seek my crown… if you do not know your name?"
A wave of Temporal Unmaking hit them all, forcing each into visions of past battles—failures they had buried.
Leon alone remained unaffected.
He strode toward the king.
"You gave up. We never will."
The king's eyes glowed—fragments of ancient will—and his shattered sword rose into the air, reforging in his grasp.
Boss Battle: Forgotten King, Last Heir of the Spiral Throne
The battle was not linear.
