"I need your help. Wait here quietly; there is now a way to deal with the ghost that you all couldn't eliminate back then. Just wait, and your epic will be known by posterity."
Ivanovich was stunned, the golden brilliance in his eyes intertwined with the deep blue, he was struggling, and it was suppressing.
The ghost and the King were fighting each other within the aged body.
The Guard Brigade continued to approach, and the players' cameras recorded every frame of the King's expression: pain, anger, confusion.
Two thousand years had passed; except for that not-so-long period of sleep, they had always been fighting, never deciding the winner.
A trace of black smoke flickered in the old man's eyes, while the deep blue brilliance was momentarily gaining the upper hand.
The gold was gradually being crushed by the deep blue.
The Guard Brigade frowned suddenly, looking towards the sky, where the external bright moon remained shining.
