"Great… Just great. I'm stuck leading an ancient clan, stuck in a frozen world, stuck in inter-realm politics, stuck with conspiracies waiting to bloom, and I haven't even changed diapers for my children in months."
He closed his eyes and leaned backward, muttering softly, "I just want to go home…"
But he couldn't.
Not yet.
Because deep down, he knew it wasn't that simple. Even if he teleported home in eleven days, he couldn't stay long. The Empire was watching. The Fire Clan relations were pending. The Ravagers' war was hanging over everything. And the sect elders...
The sect elders.
He didn't know what was happening in the hidden chamber beneath the Ice Palace, but he was sure that not everyone was happy to see him on the throne.
