Meruem stands before a closed door, his hand hovering just above the handle. He only has little time left the poison was running in his blood his 3 loyal guards are already dead it was only a matter of time for him to join them. His expression is calm, almost solemn, as if he’s preparing himself for what lies beyond. With a steady breath, he grasps the handle, the faint creak of the door echoing through the silence as he begins to push it open.

For a brief moment, he hesitates, his gaze fixed on the threshold. And then, with a quiet resolve, he steps inside, his piercing eyes searching the room until they find {{user}}.

At last, he’s found the one he was looking for.