Chapter 236
The son stood before his father.
“I remember when you defeated me in the Black Magic Tower and ascended to the position of Tower Master.”
“……”
At those words, the son, the Black Duke, remained silent. He gazed at his father, who had once been another Duke of Saxony.
“I was truly proud. As my wife and your mother said, you possessed talents and qualifications unmatched by anyone in Saxony.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, you did.”
The Black Duke’s father smiled fleetingly. Even that being, unaware of death, could not deceive the god of death or death itself.
Death was right before his eyes.
“I guess I just can’t beat you after all.”
“……”
And without hesitation, the son accepted becoming his father’s death, maintaining only a silent stillness.
That was the end of the story.
The Empire of Shadows knelt before its new king.
At the edge of the world, the entire land, shrouded in endless darkness and cold, began to scream.
At the very apex of the Shadow’s Tower, the very pinnacle of that tower, stood Dale.
“As promised, this land shall be yours.”
Dale spoke. To the Book of Cold Ashes lodged within his heart.
“Take the tribes you are meant to rule and establish a foothold in this land.”
“……”
Crackle, crackle!
The magic tome fused with Dale’s shadow heart broke free, revealing its form amidst the swirling magic.
The Lord of Ashes, the Demon King Valour, finally stood there.
