"It's his birthday tomorrow..." The young silver-haired boy muttered.
"Eons have passed, but the date remains the same," the young boy let out as he gazed upwards.
He was sitting in what seemed like a massive hall which was as big as a football field. The walls of the hall were fifty meters tall.
The hall had a Golden throne where the young silver-haired boy was sitting. Not only that, but there also happened to be another throne in the hall on the left side of the boy, which was pitch black.
The throne happened to be five times the size of the golden throne.
If the golden throne seemed like the throne of the King, then the pitch-black throne seemed like the throne of the Emperor.
Strangely enough, it was empty. The boy still didn't sit on the bigger throne as if he was aware that it wasn't his position where he could sit.