Somewhere in Blood Valley, the reflection of the dim chandelier light fell on Kai, the young man was covered in a majesty aura as he was seated on the golden throne. His eyes glinted sharply as he looked forward and expressionlessly. Just as he had always been, his face was void of any ounce of emotion and thick with coldness.
Standing around the throne were four elders, two on both sides and they had their heads lowered. The stifling atmosphere made their old bodies tremble lightly. Finding it had to breathe, their backs quivered. The first and oldest elder among the group of four could no longer bear the silence, he slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of the thrown, his fingers clenched around his staff as he proceeded to open to mouth to speak.
