In the war room of the royal palace, Prince Zanac stared at a map. Small wooden markers representing the Sorcerer Kingdom’s undead legions were moving with a terrifying, mechanical efficiency. Unlike human soldiers, they didn't tire, didn't feast, and didn't feel mercy.

Below is a story inspired by the dark, strategic atmosphere of that specific chapter in the Overlord saga. The Shadow of the Sorcerer

"It was just a grain shipment," a young knight whispered, his voice trembling. "How did a few stolen wagons lead to the end of a kingdom?"