Untold chronicles of power

Chapter hundred Fifty- five

Entering the building, William made his way to the elevator bank, his heart pounding with anticipation.

The ride to the top floor seemed to take an eternity, each passing floor bringing him closer to his destination.

As the elevator doors finally slid open, William stepped out onto the rooftop, his eyes scanning the vast expanse before him.

And there, waiting for him, was his business partner – the old king.

The old king stood tall and imposing, his presence commanding attention and respect wherever he went.

Despite his advanced age, there was an undeniable air of strength and vitality that surrounded him, a testament to a lifetime of experience and wisdom.

His face bore the marks of a life lived to the fullest, with weathered lines etched into his skin like ancient runes.

Deep furrows creased his forehead, evidence of years spent deep in thought and contemplation.

His eyes, sharp and penetrating, gleamed with a fierce intelligence that seemed to pierce through the veil of time