King Alexander folded his arms and turned to Solomon, his gaze thoughtful. "Tell me, Solomon… what if things hadn't gone according to your plan? What if Enel hadn't taken the bait? What if you'd actually caught him—would you truly have sent him to the Nether Realm to suffer for eternity?"
Solomon's face remained unreadable for a moment, and then he gave a slight, almost weary chuckle. "Of course I would have," he replied without hesitation. "The Castle of Accords has long awaited a soul of his caliber."
Alexander narrowed his eyes. "Even knowing what he carries within him?"
Solomon's eyes flashed, brighter than the stars above. "Especially because of what he carries. That power must be broken or forged—there is no middle ground. And pain, as we both know, is a forge that tempers or destroys."
Alexander studied him for a moment longer, then exhaled and looked away, as if watching memories pass through the walls.
