Novus Magus Immortal Sun Mist Emperor 1

"The wheel of fate has been set in motion."

The summer sun warmed the man's cold bones. His tired eyes peered at the sky as it became lit with hues of red, orange, yellow, and even purple.

"Enjoying the sunset?" a woman asked, stepping into the highest balcony in the imperial castle. She looked no older than twenty-one, but in reality she was thousands of years old.

The old man—despite looking as ageless as the new arrival—smiled at the violet-haired woman. "Yeah. Isn't it beautiful?"

She sat down in the lounge chair next to him, allowing her to overlook the festival and the various rivers below. Though the couple paid neither the young ones or the streams of rushing water any mind.

He interwove his fingers with hers and smiled. "I'm glad that I'm spending these last moments with you."

"As am I, " she said, tightening her grip on his hand. "Now that you aren't the Magus Maximus, you're free."

The man nodded. "It was a burden. Though—and this might be narcissistic of me—I don't think that anyone else could've taken my place. That is, until now."

The purple-haired woman nodded back. "We leave our son-in-law and daughter to carry this realm into the future."

"Yeah. Hopefully they'd learn to get along." His exhausted ruby eyes closed over time. "I do worry if I did enough to keep this realm safe. There was so much more that I could do, but didn't."