Unwelcome Choice

Sunny remained silent for a long time, looking into the distance with a somber expression on his pale, eerily beautiful face. 

His eyes were drowning in darkness. 

'So that is how it is.'

A heavy sigh escaped from his lips. 

Against all odds, he had become a demigod — a being of such great and dreadful power that almost no one else could ever hope to endure its crushing weight. A walking calamity of apocalyptic proportions… a creature who was much closer to a mythical force than to a mortal man.

He had gone from being a nameless slave to being a king…

A nameless king, but a king nevertheless.

And yet, in the Age of the Nightmare Spell, even that great power was not enough. Simply being Supreme was not enough to achieve his purpose.