"Recognize oneself..."
That day, King Seleucus stood once again before the copper mirror.
In the blink of an eye, ten years had passed.
The Kingdom had expanded its vast territories, and within the sleeping chambers, countless beauties abounded...
As the people around him aged one by one, King Seleucus felt a sincere sense of bewilderment.
The reflection in the mirror no longer appeared as his own, but more like a stranger unrelated to himself.
Because...
The reflection in the mirror was simply too young, mismatched with a soul that had aged so much.
Over the years, King Seleucus had grown to harbor great doubts about his own eternal life.
The ceaseless flattery of the nobles and ministers had also made him numb.
In front of the mirror, King Seleucus pressed his head, confirming the person inside was himself.
He stared straight into the reflection, and the reflection stared back at him.
Suddenly, Seleucus seemed to hear...
Recognize oneself.
