They think they could find him. They were confident they could destroy him. They believed they could defeat him. They hoped and dreamed of doing that.
It was amusing to see their hopes and dreams to climb the highest and turn into confidence. Cause that way, it would be thrilling to crash their dreams when the right time comes.
Things were unfolding exactly as he intended. And it would go as he intended. They would never find him. They could never defeat him. The one who would be defeated and meet their end was them.
He would always be the sovereign, moving everyone like the chess pieces they were on his board. He was the immortal that could never be defeated.
He sat on the couch, tapping his index finger against the armrest, the dragon ring glinting under the sun's light, a symbol of power, a symbol of something far more dangerous, a purpose that only he and a few others knew, and among them most were dead.
