The storm is approaching the Fortress of the Morning Wind; in contrast, this ancient castle complex appears so small, as if it could be swallowed and destroyed in the next second. Yet, faced with this doomsday scene, the people within the castle reacted quite calmly, even as if it was a common occurrence.
"Those mercenaries are here again, they just won't quit."
The person sat by the window, smelling the cool sea breeze, fiddling with the chess pieces on the board.
This was a person whose gender was somewhat difficult to discern. If you were to say he was a man, he was a bit too handsome, as if he hadn't seen sunlight in a long time, his skin having a sickly pallor, and he looked like a marble statue carved by a master artist, only this exquisite statue's eyes were now open.
