At the break of dawn, the magnificent golden sunlight bathed the mountaintop, casting a gold hue over the ancient and magnificent buildings of the stone palace. Glistening in the sunlight, the palace resembled the grandiose dwelling of the ancient gods as described in the legends.
Within this complex, sounds of air slicing through reverberated, the noise of an object cutting through the atmosphere.
"Nine hundred and ninety-one, nine hundred and ninety-two, nine hundred and ninety-three..." A voice was heard counting, "Muria, hold on a little longer... one thousand."
"Phew! Finally, it's over." A relieved voice resounded, followed by a "thud!" - the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground and a "clang!" - the sound of metal hitting the ground.
"Are you that tired?" In the courtyard, White Tiger Troy curiously watched Muria lying on the ground, panting heavily. His body was soaked in sweat, with visible vapors rising from his body, and a menacing heavy sword lay beside him.
