The Beginning Of The Dragons [SEASON 2]

29. EVIL MEET: FEEL OF DISAPPOINTMENT

In the shadows of a crumbling, ancient citadel on the edge of the known world, a figure moved with the silent grace of a predator. Cloaked in darkness, he navigated the labyrinthine passages with ease, each step measured and deliberate. His presence was a cold, creeping thing, a chill that seemed to emanate from the very walls around him.

Vincent Ken, a name whispered in fear and reverence, had arrived.

Vincent had always been an enigma, a man whose origins were shrouded in mystery. Some said he was a fallen noble, others a sorcerer who had delved too deep into forbidden magics. What was known, however, was his power and his ruthless ambition. His eyes, cold and calculating, seemed to see through the bravest of souls, unraveling their secrets with a mere glance.

As he stepped into a dimly lit chamber, the flickering torchlight revealed his features-sharp, angular, and marked by a cruel intelligence. His dark hair was slicked back, his attire a blend of elegance and practicality, befitting a man of his stature. He carried himself with an air of authority, every movement purposeful, every glance a command.

The chamber was filled with a collection of arcane artifacts, each more sinister than the last. Vincent moved among them with familiarity, his fingers trailing over ancient tomes and cursed relics. He stopped before a large, ornate mirror, its surface swirling with dark energy. His reflection looked back at him, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

"So, the time has come," he murmured, his voice a low, velvety whisper that seemed to resonate with the shadows themselves. "The Six Kingdoms are gathering, and with them, an opportunity."

He turned from the mirror, his gaze settling on a map spread out on a nearby table. It detailed the territories of the Six Kingdoms, their borders marked in intricate detail. Vincent's fingers traced the lines, pausing over each kingdom, his mind already weaving intricate plans.

"King Jeon, King Kim, King Park, King Min, King Metalon, King Abiba, and President Choi," he recited, each name a thread in his tapestry of conquest. "Their summit will be their undoing."

Vincent's eyes gleamed with a predatory light as he envisioned the chaos and discord he would sow. He had no need for brute force; his weapons were subtler-manipulation, deceit, and the dark magics he commanded with terrifying proficiency.

As he moved to leave the chamber, a shadow detached itself from the corner, revealing a loyal subordinate. The figure bowed low, awaiting his master's command.

"Prepare the agents of the Shadow Nexus," Vincent ordered, his voice leaving no room for hesitation. "Our time is now. We will strike at the heart of their unity and turn it to ash."

The subordinate nodded and vanished into the shadows, leaving Vincent alone once more. He stood there for a moment, the weight of his impending plans heavy in the air. A slow smile spread across his lips, a smile devoid of warmth, filled only with the promise of destruction.

Vincent Ken, the master strategist, the shadow in the dark, was ready to unleash his carefully crafted chaos upon the Six Kingdoms. And when he was done, they would know true fear.

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LUNA'S POV

This presence.....what is it?

I lurked into the woods sensing some strange presence. That's right I have put up on a veil so that we could rest easy. The veil had a disturbance a moment ago and this presence. I gripped on the handle of my sword tightly.

My eyes scanned all through the trees and bushes.

"Who is it?" I asked out loud knowing someone watching me or the tent where the girls are laid.