Why was he here?
Every time he walked along the corridors of Renaissance Palace, Mallos could not help but ask himself that.
Rays of light leaked through the narrow stone windows, splitting the corridor on this floor into countless black and white striped fragments.
He walked through the light and shadows as his figure was sporadically lit amid the chilly morning air.
Soon, the path at his feet diverged in front of him: one led to the royal family's treasury and the watchmen's chamber that he frequented, another led to the guards' night shift break room that he despised.
Why was he here?
Mallos turned into one without hesitation.
Because he was destined to be here.
