"Your power and mine stem from the same source, but unfortunately, the power you now wield is one I have never controlled; hence, I need your power to become even stronger, even more perfect,"
whispered Muria, while the young military officer, Eric, knelt before him, listening intently. Eric somewhat understood the unusualness of facing his king, but understanding the reason made him even more confused.
Because he didn't know how to respond, his king had clearly told him to seize his power and, because he was too weak, to diligently refine his skills for now.
Even though he was exceptionally loyal and revered the king, there was still something unsettling in his heart. He wasn't a blind follower; he didn't want to lose his power. In these chaotic times, he knew all too well what losing power meant.
"I won't ask if you are willing to give your power to me because such a question is meaningless. Whether you wish to or not, I will take your power, you have no choice."
