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The judge's steps were slow; it took a good while for him to walk from the altar into the palace that resembled ancient ruins.
He pushed open the heavy stone door, hunching his body, appearing to be very old, although he once exhibited immense power that subdued ferocious beasts and made them submit, he had forever lost something.
The ability to regenerate life.
Grievous injuries difficult to heal, relying solely on medicines refined by the Long-Eared Macaques for a meager existence, yet even so, he remained the strongest being in this world.
At least, for now.