```
"Enough with the nonsense, what kind of tree grows on a grave!" Muria scoffed, devoid of any kingly majesty as he sat down next to Abigail. He chuckled and gently patted his son's head upon hearing the self-deprecating, disheartening remark.
"Because you're the strongest being in the world, lifespan can no longer limit you, but I will eventually die one day," Abigail said, touching on the subject of death with astounding equanimity.
Apart from a few exceptions, most creatures were destined to die at some point in the future—it was an inevitable fact. Even those who claimed to be immortal would face their end one day; it's just that mortal things could not see it.
"That's right, in this world, I am the strongest, but you are my son; you have the same blood running through your veins as I do. You can achieve what I have, and you also have the potential to surpass me."
"Can I become as strong as you?"
