A monster that feasted on power.
Thales could not help but recall a figure that had not appeared at the surface of his mind for a long time. The figure was one that held a scepter and wore a crown over his head. He was Thales' father, a man with a presence so majestic it was difficult to get close to him.
The prince sank into deep thought for a few seconds.
"You do not like the current situation in Western Desert, and is unwilling to forget how Western Desert was like in the past when it only belonged to the Fakenhaz Family, right? That is why you hope that I will do something."
The prince raised his head and looked at Cyril. His tone grew wary. "Did you know that someone told me something similar six years ago when I left Eternal Star City?"
