Suho blinked and suddenly found himself in a world of pure white.0

He was used to this sort of thing by now. He had actually anticipated it the moment Baran’s Horn was offered as his quest reward. As he took the horn in his hand, he knew this would be the natural result.0

Though there were some exceptions, most of the dead Monarchs that Suho had met so far had given him the title of “shaman.” They only wanted one thing from him—that he find a worthy successor to carry their powers. He had become the representative who would oversee that important ritual, so to speak.0

But why him? Why was the son of the Monarch of Shadows, the man who had slain the other Monarchs, chosen for such a vital role?0

“That’s because we have no choice.”0

Recently, Antares had provided Suho with the answer to this lingering question. As he had remained at Suho’s side, he had many opportunities for idle conversation, unlike the other Monarchs.0

“You are the only one left, though I don’t know how this came about.”0

Antares had worn a bitter expression as he spoke of the Monarchs.0

“Normally, a shaman of the same...0