#Chapter23
SILVAN'S POV
When I was born, all of the beings have crowned me as King.
Yes, I was a werewolf king as a birthright. However, beings other than the werewolves likewise called me king… for no reason other than the insurmountable power that I possessed.
With a raise of my brow I could sentence a life of pain and suffering.
With a flick of my finger, I could bring chaos and destruction throughout the land.
Upon my will, I could guide the world to total annihilation.
Thus, everyone, whether they were my friends or my enemies. were very careful around me. With all their capabilities, they strove hard to serve me. Most did their best to please me, as those few who displeased me were made to suffer only two things - death or suffering.
No one wanted me to lose my temper. Because that could possibly lead to the extinction of the lower realm.
