Yasmine Winston

The next day Michael was meditating atop the tallest mountain peak in the entire Sunrise sect. The sun bloomed on the horizon, golden petals of sunrays stretching ever outwards into the rich blue. Slowly opening his eyes, Michael breathed in the fresh morning air and listened to the birds chirping around him.

He willed the system, retrieving the two black swords from the system storage. The swords were reflecting the golden sunrays. Looking at the smooth surface, one could tell they were damn sharp. Still, Michael increased their sharpness by rubbing the blades against the sharpening stone bought from the system store.

"My Lord, if I may, can I suggest you something?" Azazel appeared next to Michael,

"Go ahead"

"You should finish the coronation ceremony soon. Your people need to see their king"