This night, the Prime Monarch had exhausted himself, single-handedly bringing down the company's flagship.
It was foreseeable that this story would evolve into countless versions widely circulated on this planet; although Heaven's Punishment failed to destroy it, the people of the planet found themselves engulfed in unprecedented confusion.
When Duan Mingyuan returned to the back hall, the device that had been sustaining the Prime Monarch's vital signs had already ceased to operate.
This ruler, it seemed, had quietly completed his final journey, just as the stories had said.
"The Prime Monarch asked me to thank you on his behalf,"
Jiuyue's voice came from the darkness, "Oh, and he also told you not to reconstruct him with your ability."
This was both to bear the sin of drawing the sword against the company and a form of liberation.
To be liberated in such a way was far more dignified than dying in the power struggles designed by the company.
