King of Shadows

Those who were demoralized were reluctant to advance, and those who lost their armor faced defeat. To be with them was the shadow of death. The soldiers step back, regardless of who says it first. It was an instinctive movement, not because I was paralyzed enough not to realize that retreat was the only way to live.

The more soldiers who retreated, the more subtle the situation became. The eastern factions-Roofields-and the western factions- the Roland and the Crocens-showed their lack of support for the logic of strength. Both of them were unable to continue the war. The emergence of a third party broke the balance.

Kay enters the chaotic battlefield and heads west with Jay. What she wanted was the truth. I wanted to know if Grogan had really given up on himself.

'You have to look embarrassed.'

Kay runs down the Kenyan Plain. The Pental Fortress, which is encamped by the western faction, is just around the corner. Kay reached his destination and swallowed a dry needle. She's been ambushed. It was not enough to overcome the words "war." Apparently, it was an attack by those who were after her.

If it weren't for Jay, Kay wouldn't even be standing here. This sudden approach to the defense was intimidating and discreet. As the symptoms increased, Kay's face became stiff. Circumstances, conditions, the environment. They were all demonstrating Grogan's will in a singular fashion.

Cay looks up at the high, sturdy gates of the Pental Keep and turns his head.

"Shall we move on?"

"No, you don't have to. I think they're coming from over there first."

The gate opens terribly when Jay's words are finished. At the same time, the arch and heavy gate split to the left and to the right, Gronggan walked forward. His long, blue hair was no different from before. I was still arrogant, and I was still beaten.

What was unusual was that Kelon was standing next to him. They were not enough to become Bondi's archaic supporters. Gromgan mocked the corpse of his next-born son, Alon, to the very end. Kelon could not tolerate Grogan's actions.

But for some reason, they silently acknowledged each other's existence. Kay turns to Grogan and Kellon, and finds out that the two of them have been given and received in secret.

The conclusion, of course, was that there was no noise between the two families, which meant that they decided to prioritize common interests, even the smallest senses. Kay shrugged his shoulders as he felt the harsh reality approaching him. Jay firmly grasps her hand.

Behind the back of Grogan and Kelon are two receiving escorts. It means I'm going to end it here. Kay bites his lip as he peeks at Grogan and Kellon's will.

"Jay, I was expecting you here. Running away won't suit you. You thought you'd die here, even if you did."

"That's not true, my lord. Safety Compliance, Minimum Hazard. That's my motto. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Kay."

"Kay, is that you? You don't even call her your princess anymore. You're still rude."

Jay held Kay's waist with a squishy mouth tail. And I stroked her cheek as if to look at her. Kay blushes not like her in her aggressive actions. Maybe it's because he got trampled in the eye. Grogan's expression hardens.

"This is the fate of the Lord. Things are bad, too. Shouldn't we continue our little relationship? And from the moment he confessed to his mistake, Kay was in the same position as me. She's not your princess. Isn't that right?"

"You climb up without knowing the end because it's cute."

"That's the Lord. There's some in Juan Mucci."

"Yes, it's time to die. It's in my nature."

Kelon opens his mouth as Gromgan turns his head.

"You're the pioneer who played my son. I'm flattered to think I ever fooled you, but I came all the way out here through the battlefield to convey my will."

"I don't know what to do. Can't you just give it one more chance? We can make it happen now, can't we?"

"Don't be ridiculous. You mock my son and me. There is no forgiveness, so take your life for it."

A conviction without compromise. Grogan and Kellon's will is solid. The two household escorts encircled them like circles to prevent Jay and Kay from escaping.

"Coming here means you're ready for it. I'll give you a high rating of the skill of choosing this place as a grave. Don't worry about your family. I don't want to use my hands there either."

"It's not me who decides that, it's me. I came here to hear the Lord's will. Ask for forgiveness, and I will spare your life."

"Forgiveness? Are you out of your mind, Jay?"

Gromgan snorts at the nonsense. He was the one holding the reins. Jay didn't even have the right to speak.

"No, Jay's right."

"Kasha, have you lost your mind, too? We've already reached the conclusion of the Rolls and the Crossens."

Conclusion. Kay's breasts become heavy as a lump of stone. It wasn't her who didn't know what it meant. The truth that I had turned away from was the moment that came true.

"Even if it is my death? Is that the conclusion that the two families have come to with deliberation?"

"I'm sorry, Kasha. However, if you are born in three generations, you must also know that you will sacrifice for your family. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you until the end, but I trust you'll understand. Die and become the birthplace of two families."

Gromgan pronounces him dead with pride. To him, Kay was not more or less a beautiful accessory. It was true that he was cute, but it was always because there was only one blood. 'Just one'. It was rarity that Gromgan focused on one, not the fact that it was a daughter.

Grogan makes up for his mistakes by killing Jay and Kay himself, and Kelon blinds to his sturdy determination.

Extremely simple logic. But there was no way it was that effective. There was no dramatic means to unravel the entanglement. Jay and Kay's death was a testament to our family's peace.

In spite of his evil and heresy, Kay bore a weary look on Grogan's attitude. She can see a cross-section of a pioneer named Gromgan. What have they wanted so far? The shame of power is beyond reproach. You should have seen the way Grogan looked and realized that you could be, too.

But Kay didn't give up hope until the end.

"It's not too late, Father. If you admit your guilt now, he will forgive you."

"Stop, you're being noisy. Shallow craftsmanship doesn't work, Kasha."

Kay's wish was shattered. Grogan had already erased Kay from his mind. To him, Kay was just a pioneer to kill.

"My beloved daughter, Kaja. I'll let you go without pain myself."

"No, that's not going to happen. My father can't kill me."

"I'd tell you to wake up if you believe in the rebels who came with you. I'll admit it, their vigor is overwhelming, but that doesn't mean they can turn the tide. Over time, we will win."

"You don't think me and Jay came all the way out here defenseless? What I believe is absolute power."

The worry was brief. Kay faced the truth and was ready to put an end to the horror. She raises her hand and shoots up her thinking. Thought power, which contained no power, became a beam of light and soared to the sky.

Bang, The meteor fell at the same time as the beam burst. Kuaang, a massive energy movement has hit the Pental Fortress. The dust erodes the intestine with a thunderous burst of eardrums.

The Pental Fortress, which collided with the meteor, was brutally destroyed. The spire crashes down, and the wall slips away like a tide.

Western Faction, Eastern Faction. You've all been fascinated and stared at a miracle. Over time, as the dust settled, Yooseong formed a figure that caused a ripple in the left.

Dark hair like a shadow. A limb as thin as chopsticks, a puppy's eyes. He had a sense of unseen existence, wrapped around his life like armor.

If the force is shaped, is this what it looks like? Those who saw him knelt down, and tightened their heads. It was a result of instinct. There could not have been a more appropriate position to deal with him.

Standing in the center of the crowd, he shakes his hands as if it were natural. Somehow, Jay stood beside him shouting loudly for everyone on the battlefield to hear.

"Everybody, heads up! It's the King's Temple!"

443.

Grogan and Kellon have no idea what's going on. I knew the situation was changing rapidly every second, but there was not much they could deduce.

But they couldn't help but notice. Dark hair like a shadow. A limb as thin as chopsticks, a puppy's eyes. Grogan and Kellon knew him falling from the sky. I couldn't have known. He was the head and savior of The One, Chris.

In Chris' appearance, Grogan and Kellon have not moved a single step. The singularity was not like this. The death of Vivano, the rebirth of the rebels, the whereabouts of war. With the variable Chris, all the questions were solved. Chris orchestrated the whole thing.

"Foxes are kings in the absence of tigers... Hehe, they must be partners. I don't know how long it's been since I pronounced dead to start a war. And I told you three families shouldn't be antagonizing each other... didn't I? Grogan, kelon."

Kelon was unable to open his mouth under intense pressure. But Grogan was different beside him. That day, obviously, Chris granted the freedom of three great families.

"Weren't you leaving us with more circles?"

"That can't be true. It was all to see your reaction. I tricked you into succeeding the circle even after I died. But it's ridiculous how far you can go to underestimate me."

Grogan is indisputable. I wanted to say a lot, but it was suicide to open my mouth in this situation.

"You didn't get out of my head. Drunk with power, he killed his offspring, sacrificed his men, and eventually started a war. I tried to destroy the system with your hands."

"But..."

"Shut up, Kellon. I did not allow you to answer."

As Chris lowers his finger, Kelon's body is crushed along the trail of his finger. A phenomenon of overwhelming power. Kelon wiggles as slowly as a lump of iron on his back.

"Your stupidity is overwhelming. I will step forward myself. Grogan, kelon. All of your rights are reserved for Jay here."

"He doesn't deserve that. Please reconsider, Chris. Even if I step back from this position, it's impossible for him to take power. It's going to be The Circle's breastplate."

"Why? Is there something wrong with 'my son'?"

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