𝕬𝖒𝖎𝖉𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖓𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖑𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖕 𝖎𝖓 𝕸𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖕𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖘, {𝖄/𝖓} savored each bite of his meal while his mind wandered through the complexities of their transformed world. A symphony of thoughts accompanied the symphony of flavors on his palate.
'This era,' {𝖄/𝖓} ruminated inwardly, 'Where gods are no longer revered but respected, is a testament to the resilience of our society.'
His thoughts meandered through memories of ancient alliances and the weight of past responsibilities, now tempered by a newfound sense of freedom in this era of coexistence. Yet, a shadow lingered—a gnawing uncertainty about the fates of his fellow archons and allies.
'Where are they now?', {𝖄/𝖓} wondered, a furrow creasing his brow momentarily. 'How have they adapted to this new world, devoid of the divine mandates we once upheld?'
The absence of concrete answers weighed on {𝖄/𝖓}'s mind like an unresolved melody. His current life in Megapolis, filled with moments of joy and camaraderie, felt incomplete without knowledge of his comrades' well-being and endeavors.
As he gently set down his chopsticks, {𝖄/𝖓}'s thoughts turned to a familiar yet old story—the tale he used to tell his son 𝕼̶í̶ ̶𝖃̶𝖎̶ǎ̶𝖔̶𝖙̶𝖎̶ā̶𝖓̶ every night before sleep claimed them both. It was a story woven with echoes of ancient struggles and enduring legacies, a narrative that now seemed to mirror his own contemplations.
"-And all because of the Monkey King!", The words of the old story echoed in {𝖄/𝖓}'s mind, as if spoken aloud by the man with combed black hair and golden glasses, followed by the enthusiastic laughter of a young brunette with blue-gray eyes, his son 𝕸𝓴. {𝖄/𝖓} could almost see MK jumping out of his seat with stars in his eyes, throwing his book from his hand, pages fluttering like memories in the breeze.
"That's so good! Monkey King's so cool! He is so strong and handsome", {𝖄/𝖓}'s mental imagery captured the excitement in MK's voice, the admiration for the legendary simian evident in his every gesture and expression.
Despite the joy it brought MK, {𝖄/𝖓} harbored conflicted feelings toward the Monkey King—disdain for the deity's actions and personality, yet restrained by the love for his son and a desire not to shatter the idolization that brought MK happiness.
The interruption of that cherished bedtime story lingered in the air, a bittersweet reminder that even in moments of tranquility, echoes of the past and the bond with his son could stir emotions anew.
