While Almond was spending months inside, Gelato was waiting outside for him.
Shortly, another figure appeared near the temple before a question echoed at Gelato.
"How long has it been?"
Gelato laughed as he turned to the owner of the voice.
"It's been five minutes so far, boss."
"Five minutes, eh? Then he must have reached that point by now," Liam faintly smiled. 'Let's see what you accomplish there, Almond.'
…
After toiling for five months, and brushing past deaths many times, Almond was finally going to sit on one of the thrones of the Underworld Kings.
Underworld City, Hall of Kings.
The Hall of Kings was dimly lit, casting long shadows over the ancient obsidian table that stretched across the center of the grand chamber. Each throne exuded an aura of power, adorned with intricate carvings that reflected the essence of its occupant.
