Chapter 150
A king is born to rule.
On the day the king was born, the sky rejoiced and spilled snow, and the earth bowed its head beneath a sacred veil. The curtain shook violently in the wind that had arrived to celebrate the king.
The One Who Walks Above Snow.
“Seohwa” was a noble word, granted only to the one destined to inherit the throne. And the king, born to walk above it, inherited power as great as the pride carried by that name.
When the king truly became a king, the people praised him and willingly bent their knees. They believed with all their hearts that this newly crowned monarch would bring an age of peace and prosperity.
So neither the king, nor his subjects, nor even the mage who had prophesied his birth could have ever imagined that “it” would appear and shake everything to the core.
“It” appeared without warning.
A massive hole formed in the sky. So dark blue it felt like it would swallow anything alive, its presence alone gave off a sinister energy that made one's skin crawl.
Even when the ministers and mages put their heads together, they couldn’t find a solution. In the end, as they hesitated and feared greater losses, the king had no choice but to act.
[We can’t just sit on our hands because we don’t know how to destroy it.]
Something had to be done. The king made a decision and said:
[I’ll go handle it myself.]