Amid the heavy storm, the royal palace was like a massive beast lurking within the darkness. Lamps were swaying in the strong winds, and servants pressed their bodies against the walls while walking along with difficulty, trying their best to complete their daily duties.
At this moment, on the top floor of the largest building deep within the royal palace complex, there was a figure standing before the window, looking out toward the northern region of the city.
The flickering light of the oil lamp illuminated the king's stern face, as well as a black shadow standing behind him.
"Alex has appeared, and from his energy fluctuations, it appears that he's no weaker than he was at his prime," the black shadow spoke in a coarse voice that was filled with surprise.
