Arnold

Arnold had been king for 20 years. At 15, he was forced to become ruler and since then, he has achieved greatness. At 35, he celebrated two remarkable anniversaries.

He was preparing for a banquet when suddenly his adviser approached him.

Your Majesty, the Supreme Deity wants to give you a gift on such an important date for you.

Arnold turned to him, adjusting his suit.

A deity? You're not joking? And what do they want to give me?

The advisor, still without raising his head, handed over the pendant

This pendant. I don't know its meaning.

The king took the pendant and when he put it on, golden symbols appeared on his hands, and he also felt an undeniable power, although he did not understand what it meant.

At the banquet, he sat on his throne, looking out over the guests. Then the large, massive door slid open and a sweet, beautiful girl entered, her wings drooping behind her. She walked across the hall, approaching Arnold and bowing to him. It became clear to everyone—Arnold had become the owner of the deity.