...Enel suddenly turned to face King Solomon, his eyes narrowing.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked.
The old king let out a sigh, tilting his head toward the distant stars.
Then, without looking at Enel, he asked, "Tell me, boy… what do you think life is?"
Enel frowned, pondering for a moment. The question seemed too simple—yet the weight behind it was anything but.
After a brief silence, he finally answered, "Life is the privilege to live."
Solomon nodded approvingly.
Then, swirling the wine in his hand, he posed another question.
"And what of the afterlife?"
This time, Enel shook his head. "I don't know." He paused. "But I suppose… it can only be reached through death."
The king smiled again, his lips curling with an unreadable expression.
Then, in a tone laced with wisdom, he said, "You've died twice before, Enel."
"Yet neither Heaven nor Hell took you."
His golden eyes gleamed in the dim light.
"Do you know why?"
Enel folded his arms, his expression unreadable.
