But then his lips curved into a small, humorless smile.
"You talk too much," he muttered.
And with a sharp thrust, he shattered the reflection with his trident. The image broke apart into black ink, dissolving into the water like smoke.
The cavern groaned, the stone walls trembling. The path ahead split open, revealing a corridor of light. Minjun swam forward without hesitation, his trident steady in his hand.
He had no need for crowns of coral or whispers of thrones. His will was his own, and his kingdom would come when he chose it—not when doubts or temptations demanded it.
The dungeon had tested his heart, and it had not broken.
Dan's Trial
