The Keeper of the Palace

  'What is the limit of the world? And what is his limit? Even if he did not want to be a threat, even if he wanted to be peaceful, how could anyone trust him when he holds all the cards?' 

Sasha could only sigh. She knew that there is a contradiction in these thoughts.

The Great Power had no choice to keep maintaining their vigilance to Death Monarch the stronger he become. 

Even if Death Monarch wanted to live in peace, since he is strong to the point that each of his move could affect the world, he could not do it.

If he stays the same, people would surpass him. If it's his friend, then maybe that is fine. But if it's his enemies, then how could Death Monarch be safe?

The moment he had the title of the strongest, he had to keep moving forward that path until the end.

She sighed and then she arrives at the door. 

With one last look at the empty throne, she pushed the door and walk out from the throne room.

Creak!