Waking From Eternal Sleep!

Thirty more years passed… 

Hope Island…

The grand hall atop the palace had remained untouched, its doors sealed as though it were a tomb. Inside, nature had claimed its own—layers of soil had formed, creeping vines slithered along the walls, and a red sand snake nest coiled protectively around the still figure of Das. 

He sat unmoving on his swinging chair, his youthful face frozen in eternal contemplation, oblivious to the world outside.

The world, however, had already forgotten him. People were moving normally, many small nations only knew the existence of the Red Sword Sovereign, but they didn't know the real person behind that name.

The Aries family daughter raised by Das continued to hold power in her old age. His young wives who were married later, now older and frail, managed the vast underground network and political affairs of the world.