"Not like I'm here to kill the king," he thought slyly, knowing that his plans were far more subtle, more calculated. The path he had chosen was not one of brute force, but of manipulation, patience, and eventual domination.
He stepped past the final layer of mist, now fully inside Moon City. The bustling life of the city came into view. Merchants called out to passersby, selling everything from exotic fruits to rare gems. Noblemen, adorned in fine robes, moved with an air of superiority, while common folk darted in and out of alleyways, trying to make a living in a city that cared little for them.
