Sunlight slanted across the ancient castle, weaving a kind of timeworn beauty with the golden radiance and the mottled stone walls. Atop the high towers of the castle, Logan, clad in a black robe, fluttered lightly in the wind, looking down from on high at the panic-stricken figure below—the City Lord. The City Lord's face was etched with fear and unease, like a deer in the headlights, with no escape from the predator's gaze.
At this moment, Logan's eyes became exceptionally sharp, like icicles piercing through clouds on a winter's day, striking at the innermost secrets of the heart. He paced forward slowly, each step seeming to carry an irresistible force that made the City Lord's heart beat even more frantically with dread. Finally, Logan halted his stride, his eyes firmly on the City Lord, and his tone revealing an unquestionable authority, "What were you just doing?"
