“You cannot win without me!” Darius howled. “You are just a man with a dagger and a curse!”
The Dark Prince was silent. Then, for the first time, he chuckled—not with malice, but with something like respect.
“Ready for the final lesson?” Darius asked. “I will show you how to delete the vizier from existence. No fight. No cutscene. Just a command: /kill .”
The Prince turned. Darius stood behind him, arms open.
The Prince looked past Darius. In the reflection of a shattered mirror, he saw two figures: himself, gaunt and flickering, and the Dark Prince, solid for the first time, standing in the shadows with a grim nod.
“Side effects,” Darius said cheerfully, watching the Prince flicker between visible and invisible. “You are editing the source code of your own soul. But don’t worry—I have a new trainer function: God Mode 2.0 . No collision. No death. No memory required.” The Prince stood before the final gate of the vizier’s inner sanctum. He had not taken a single hit in days. His sand tanks overflowed. He could rewind any mistake, freeze any foe, and phase through any barrier.
The smell of Kaileena’s hair. The weight of his father’s crown. The first time he climbed a wall not to escape, but to see the sunrise over Babylon.