His Mission

The Sotreapis palace was a grand, imposing structure. Its towering walls and elaborate towers loomed over the surrounding countryside, casting a shadow over the land. The King's guards, the most feared and skilled warriors in the kingdom, patrolled the grounds and protected the gates.

King Malgarius, the shadow king, used a magical chariot made of dark mist as his vehicle. This chariot allowed him to move silently and invisibly, slipping in and out of the palace without the guards ever noticing his presence.

He parked his chariot near the thick bushes, the dark mist slowly dissipating. He scanned the surrounding area carefully, ensuring no one had seen his arrival.

With a swift motion, Malgarius got down from the chariot, his dark cloak billowing behind him. He walked ahead silently, his footsteps barely making a sound.

As he walked further into the deep forest, he heard the commotion from a distance. He smirked. He had heard the reports of his spies.