The moon's shadow, hazy! It seemed to drape everything in a layer of soft gauze, making it difficult to see clearly, as if it were shrouding the obscured truth itself.
Within a certain room in the military district.
"My lord." He bowed his head with utmost respect, looking at the man before him, the man dared not even breathe too heavily; inwardly, he marveled at his own lord's imposing aura, still so fierce.
"You should know why I have come to find you today." His eyes slowly narrowed, gazing at the man before him who didn't even dare to lift his head, the man's eyes lacked any warmth, only a chilling cold remained.
"Yes, my lord." He knew; it was because of the distribution of troops that day, he, had taken liberties.
