Misha sat with a thousand people in an auditorium. On the way, she also changed her dress and put on the black uniform.
She glanced at the smooth walls that reflected her figure and sighed. Unless they were on a mission, shadow guardians didn't cover their faces.
Yet, looking at herself in all-black, she had a weird feeling. It was as if she gave up on the path of light and could only live in darkness from now.
Once Barry is brought here, her connection to light would be gone. She'd live as a shadow from then on.
'But for how long?'
"At most, two years." A voice reverberated in the auditorium, causing the pair of thousand eyes to focus on the stage.
A hologram appeared out of nowhere.
It was a golden throne filled with white carvings. Like a jewel under the sunlight, it glittered.
But more striking than the throne was the man seated on it.
