A millennium had passed, and everything had lost its meaning in his eyes. Many heroes emerged from generation to generation, but he stood the test of time. That was his life, waiting for someone to come along and defeat him, but no one did. Nobody dared. Nobody tried. How can he allow this to happen? With the aid of his magic, he rose from his throne and set out into another world in search of excitement and, perhaps, a worthwhile adventure. What would happen if this last boss decided to venture into the human world for fun? PS: This novel has joined Fantasy Carnival
He took deep breaths and smiled because another one of his problems had been solved. With the pillars and the magic tower by his side, no one can contest his position or his authority. He laughed as he turned around and returned to his desk to continue with his work.
The position of high mage was then removed and the office was vacated. Whatever the work of the high mage was, it was now the work of the Pillars of light. Life continued as if the massacre of the House of Altair did not happen.
Cygnus woke up in an unfamiliar environment. He silently sat up from where he was lying and looked around with lifeless eyes. He was inside a hut and was lying on a hard bamboo bed that was only covered with a ragged brown cloth that was rough to the touch.