Great Rift, Fog Abyss Fortress.
While battles raged fiercely in the outside world, this ancient fortress, nestled deep within the mist, remained tranquil, like a dead structure, devoid of any vitality.
Crystal clear droplets clung to the pitch-black rocks, while the ground was covered in dust. A gentle breeze swept through, creating a series of deep, resonant sounds in the corridors, as if invisible wraiths were wandering about.
In the Central Courtyard, at the large glass round base, the Shadow King sat as usual, at the center of the glass base, gazing at the churning Sea of Mist below.
This time, the Shadow King did not pick up the fishing rod; his hands rested on his knees as he simply admired the scenery, observing the endlessly rolling Sea of Mist.
Beneath the noble mask, his withered body was frail and decrepit. He shifted his gaze from the Sea of Mist to his own hands.
