The cold wind blows and the gust of wind turns to storms.
Snows fall from the sky, the sight of a white world, an ice palace on top of a hill, majestic and imposing
And in front of this palace is a man. He looks at the palace and he smiles. The wind blows his robe, but it did not do much damage to him
This person is none other than Death Monarch
Death Monarch is in Moscow admiring a palace made of ice.
The strongest man in the world he is also naturally the freest man in the world.
Riding all over heaven and earth, governing the elements of the world, roaming endlessly, that is carefree.
And right now, after that enlightenment, he becomes even more carefree. Like a burden being lift off from him. Death Monarch stands in front of the Ice Palace, a smile on his face
He look at the palace, take a step forward, feel the repelling force of a divine sense attacks him.
