Chapter 523: The Pact of Death

Darkness extends in the grand hall, bringing a silence akin to death. Shadows creep over the heart and fall upon the face, rendering it hazy. Only a pair of deep, aged eyes remain, meeting in silence.

"Clang, clang..."

Soon, two Elder Guards entered with short weapons. They took out firestones and lit the candles beneath the fresco, bowed respectfully, and silently retreated. The candlelight illuminated their bodies, casting long, profound shadows over the two white-haired elders. The true shadow, Cevali, stood beside them, holding a pottery jar in one hand and pressing down a Bronze Axe with the other.

Silence spread and quietness was soundless. The elder lowered his gaze, his expression unchanging, patiently waiting. There was no killing intent on his face, nor was there any urgency. He simply smiled calmly, as if reminiscing about a long and real dream.