46. The challenge (1)

The king of kings of that nameless world was sitting in an uncomfortable chair in the royal library. Turning the pages of the ancient manuscripts that were in that room, reading historical facts that were recounted in ink.

Historical facts, that not all the inhabitants of that world knew, or rather, that not all of them could remember...

The blue-haired god sighed softly as he turned the page of that archaic book, and as he did so, he felt a discomfort that forced him to crunch his shoulders and back - managing to get a gasp of relief from his lips -. To spend so many days searching to help his successor was an arduous and time-consuming task, he had to be patient, he was sure he would find something.

But Tuldirm's search was interrupted, as a shudder ran through his body and alerted all his senses. Or rather, a shiver that made him uncomfortable from head to toe, running down his spine. At that sensation, his body reacted on its own, forcing him to get up abruptly.