"Who said I needed or wanted the title of Supreme Monarch?"
As those words left Anthony's lips, the entire hidden realm seemed to freeze in time. The atmosphere stilled, heavy and unmoving, as though the very air had forgotten how to flow.
His words resounded like a nuclear explosion in the ears of the Supreme Monarchs, a deafening shockwave that shattered the expectations they held. They could not help but doubt their own hearing. After all, throughout the long-standing history of the military bases, every soldier aspired to the title of Supreme Monarch. It was the pinnacle of authority, the height of honor and respect, a position countless lives had been sacrificed to obtain.
Yet this child, Anthony, had spoken as though the title held no value to him. He had not merely rejected it. His question made it clear that he simply did not care for it in the slightest.
