Three [Stars of Hatred] hovered around Sam, slowly spinning in the air as they pulsed with raw crimson light.
The aura they gave off twisted and warped the void itself, but only Sam could see them.
The [Pale Monarch] had no idea what floated just inches from his head, invisible to every other eye but Sam's own.
And yet, Sam knew he couldn't waste even a second.
'I can't stay here any longer.'
Only five minutes remained on his timer.
If he failed to kill the [Pale Monarch] before it reached zero, his advancement task would be sealed forever.
Even with his infinite revivals, that single condition would erase every path forward.
And that was something he could never allow.
The Monarch's words still rang in his ears about the hierarchy.
If they were true, then Sam was standing at the bottom of a mountain so tall it made him feel small.
The Forsaken Lords. The Monarchs. The Colossals.
And above them all, the King.
