Thus, before sinking once more into a long slumber, the Monarch used his remaining will and power to make his final arrangements.
He tore open the barrier of real space and, in the cracks of time and space, created a stable space outside the real world, maintained solely by his will.
The Supreme Heaven.
In truth, the Supreme Heaven is no blissful Heaven; there are no angels here, no endless luxury and splendor. It is only a prison, an empty, icy void.
In essence, it is a cage of self-exile; only here would the Monarch no longer affect the real world.
At the same time, he burned the last of his lucid will, branding several iron laws, each containing the power of absolute rules, into the underlying laws of the real world like searing marks, and endowed them with mechanisms for self-operation.
