Generations passed. Dynasties rose and fell. Languages changed. Borders shifted.
But the Sovereign remained.
Legends grew around him — some said he was a god, others that he was a myth.
But all knew this: wherever people gathered to build and dream without fear, the Sovereign's shadow protected them.
His philosophy endured:
["True power is not the right to destroy, but the choice to preserve.
True greatness is not domination, but restraint.
True immortality is not in the body, but in the will that shapes the ages."]
Thus the Sovereign lived, and thus he shall live, until the stars themselves blink out.
The world is, and shall always be, his masterpiece.