The Stronger One

The Evil Monarch hovered above the trio, his golden eyes glowing as he looked down at them.

Disappointment etched across his features, his commanding presence magnified by the stillness that enveloped the now dead forest.

"Mind your actions," His cold voice rang out. There was no anger, no rise in tone—just pure, cold indifference that stung more than any shout could.

None of them wanted to speak, not because they feared punishment, but because their father had never been cruel to them. The mere thought of disappointing him after everything he had done for them ate away at them.

He had always been a role model in their lives, his care for them unrivaled. He had taught them, guided them, and protected them since the moment they were born.

Even when he showed his strict side, it was always to ensure they grew stronger, to prepare them for greatness.