"Is this all you want me to do?"

"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight..."

He glanced at the pistol in his hand, shook his head, and threw it on the ground...

The king does not need this kind of weapon, the king's weapon is more powerful... Those people who always follow the shadow of the king are his real weapons and his real power.

The ruler of the Realm of Death will not need the power of this world, because those powers do not belong to this world... and cannot be assimilated by the rules of the Realm of Death.

This world has erased all Tyrion's power in reality, and it has given him new power. What is waiting for him to discover is the power that only belongs to the realm of death, the power of death...the essence! The so-called six basic powers of the stars.

One of them is death... Death is not ugly, death also has its own rules and order.

Tyrion doesn't understand it yet, but that's okay...he will soon.

"The king's power is always by his side..."

The great lord took a step forward. He looked at the ugly dementor in front of him. He tilted his head. After a few breaths and thinking, he raised his hand towards the dementor. This action made the person appear.

The Dementor was startled.

Tyrion looked at it, and he felt a trace of confusion and helplessness from the dementor's movements. The great lord closed his eyes and stretched his fingers towards the monster conceived in the darkness. Some kind of will in this world had

The strange creatures he created, his future... people.

At the moment when the black and white fingers touched, at that moment when the cold, gloomy, everything-frozen darkness extended on his fingers, he whispered:

"Come!"
Chapter completed!