Time.
That is something considered to be precious for someone, and a waste for another. Before he conquered the dungeon of Alraml, he was a young man with high ambitions. He wanted to help people—and it was one of the people he helped who cheered him and persuaded him to be king.
That person was his closest friend, Ria.
Ria was an outcast that was about to be stoned to death due to his ability. They said that he had killed a child, and Ria did not deny that when he was asked. But the dungeon conqueror knew everyone deserved a second chance in life. So he brought him along to his journeys, and soon they became the best of friends.
His descendant was gone now.
"Alraml."
Projecting out of the dagger was Alraml, the deity who took form of his appearance.
"Did you know about this?"
"I cannot see the future, yet I am fully aware of the past." He said. "Now I have seen that this shall be the past and that shall become our future."
