Robwin let out a slow breath, as if the story itself was heavy on his chest.
He said, "You might think people worshipped him because he was strong, or kind, or brave."
"Those things mattered, yes, but they were not the real reason."
"People worshipped him because of his ideals… the way he saw the world, the way he lived for others. That is what made him special."
Vivian watched Robwin closely.
There was a quiet sadness in his eyes, mixed with deep respect.
This "Master of All" was not just a name in a book to Robwin.
He was someone Robwin clearly admired from the heart.
"So how did he die?" Vivian asked.
"Someone with such power should not die so early. And it's not like anyone could kill him."
Robwin looked away for a moment, as if choosing his words.
When he spoke, his voice was gentle but heavy.
"He took his own life." His smile was thin and full of pain.
Vivian felt a shock run through him.
"Why? Why would someone like him do that?"
