From his palace balcony, Rattan watched it all unfold with a chilling smile. He had it all, the throne, the power, and the fear of his subjects. He was a conqueror, a king, a god.
But Rattan believed he could be more. He knew of worlds beyond his own, of the vast, unexplored cosmos. He saw this world not as his final prize, but as the foundation of an empire that would one day reach for the stars. Under his rule, his people would not just survive, they would expand, conquer, and thrive beyond the confines of their world.
Rattan was brimming with ideas on how to transform and expand his world, but he held himself in check, waiting for the demons to finish their work. After a few weeks of wielding absolute power, his mind began to clear. A chilling question arose: were the demons truly obeying his words, or were they simply a force of chaos using him as a temporary vessel? Would they leave his world once their task was complete? He had so many unanswered questions.
