Lucien stared at the crown in his hands.

It was unlike the others.

The six crowns had distinct colors and ancient symbols.

This one was completely white.

No jewel.

No decoration.

No sign of power.

Yet the moment Lucien touched it, the entire battlefield went silent.

The Devourer stopped moving.

Even the wind disappeared.

Lucien looked at the Dead King.

"Why me?"

The Dead King gave a tired smile.

"Because you are the only one who doesn't want it."

Lucien frowned.

"That's your reason?"

"It's the only reason that matters."

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Evelyne slowly pushed herself to her feet.

"You can't be serious."

The Dead King turned toward her.

"I am."...