“Finally, I can relax a bit.” Wukong sighed and fiddled with the circlet resting on his head.
Heaven’s Troublemaker. That’s what people called him. No one could ever stop him from wreaking havoc, until one person came along to reign him in, and made him pay the price for his mayhem.
This was made possible through this, his circlet. The mystical headpiece that controls Wukong’s powers. However, even the circlet doesn’t have the power to control Wukong anymore.
A shadowed figure reached its hand over to touch the circlet and whispered a spell.
“How impressive for a human. Who could have known that you would weaken the circlet’s seal this much.”