Mordret had managed to become Supreme — and without the guidance of the Nightmare Spell, no less. The feat he accomplished on that day was perhaps his greatest triumph.
But it was full of bittersweet irony, as well.
He had endeavored to become strong enough to be self-sufficient and never have to depend on anyone. To be beholden to no one.
So, Mordret reached the peak of power and built a Domain that only encompassed one being — himself.
However, what he had truly wanted once was to belong somewhere and be accepted by someone… to not be alone anymore.
But he made himself into a king who belonged nowhere and ruled no one, whose only company was his own reflections.
Mordret was not sure if that was funny or fitting. Perhaps it was both.
One thing was certain, though — now that the crown finally rested on his head, he did not feel gratified or proud of his astonishing achievement. Instead, he only felt a sense of grim anticipation.
