In a small city within Yan Province, the Shadow King sat alone in a private room of a tavern, leaning by a window, quietly watching the crowd pass by on the street outside.
The seemingly youthful shadow gazed at the shouting peddlers, haggling women, and scurrying children, his face involuntarily showing a longing, "This truly is peace."
Silently, three figures draped in black cloaks appeared in the private room. The leader was a beautiful woman with a cross of sword scars at her brow. She raised her head, and it seemed as if the shadow of another appeared in her eyes.
"The ruler from the shadows, a rebel aspiring to usurp the throne, longing for peace, it is indeed ludicrous."
Sword Maiden remained silent, but the Shadow King could see the shadow of the person in her eyes moving its lips. A voice formed by the vibration of Divine Thoughts carried through the air.
