This is no longer the imperial capital he once knew.
For the first time, reality had deviated from the prophecy, but in another way that brought comfort.
He gently caressed the mask on his face, carefully considering Ethan's invitation.
Staying in a city like this could be quite nice.
But then, his gaze was drawn to a phenomenon not far away. In that place where light and shadow intertwined, he vaguely saw strings suspended on someone, causing Palansi's face to change dramatically. A man dressed as a laborer stopped, gave him a deep look, and then turned towards a completely dark alley.
The man was waiting at the deepest part of the alley, and upon hearing the noise behind him, he said without turning, "This thing suits you perfectly."
Palansi's old face immediately flushed, and with a "swish," he stood up from the chair.
