Promise

Minos was silent for a moment, looking at the being before him, trying to identify if this was a dream or if he was dead.

He couldn't help but be shocked to see someone who should have been dead for hundreds of thousands of years breathing in front of him as if that was normal. 

"How is it possible? How can you be alive after so long?" He asked.

That black-haired man looked at the young man before him, figuring he had probably slept longer than expected. "So long, huh? Am I supposed to be dead now? What happened to Maximus?"

"But of course. Your rival Maximus became Supreme Pontiff, reached level 100, and left this world millions of years ago!" Minos said. "Then you shouldn't be here."

Upon hearing that, Maximillian closed his eyes, understanding that his plans had all gone wrong. "I see... So no one came to me then." He said, disappointed, but not so much that he was angry.