The moon was bright and the stars were few.
In the dim room, the faint candlelight revealed two figures, one standing and one sitting. The atmosphere was tense.
The standing man wore an official's robes and appeared to be in his thirties. His brow was tightly furrowed, his expression conflicted.
The seated man was older, with a powerful build and a square, naturally imposing face.
His armor and weapons had been confiscated, leaving him completely unarmed. Even so, this could not conceal the fierce, bloodthirsty aura he exuded.
It was the killing intent that only a man who had fought bloody battles on the front lines could possess!
He kept his eyes closed, as if even a single glance at the other man would be sullying.
