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******* Volume 2 Prince Eyrin’s death sends ripples through the land, reaching the ears of Nameless and Arnin. Theories swirl, uncertainty thickening like a storm—but was it truly suicide, or something far darker? As Nameless, Arnin, Tidalia, Lady Meiyer, and Ningtin venture deeper into their search, they uncover the elusive residence of the immortals. But something is amiss—only one immortal remains, while the other vanished years ago to roam the world. Within the immortal’s domain, Nameless makes a startling discovery—Lyrien Alsan had been there more than 200 years ago. A mystery unfolds, one that grips him relentlessly. What ties him to Lyrien Alsan? And why does the fox demon Prince Eyrin once defeated called him Tarath? Meanwhile, whispers drift from the peaks of Mount Kenton. A masked martial artist walks its paths, cloaked in secrecy. Who is he? And what shadows lurk in the land of Kenton? A ghost attack rattles the main Kenton state—an entity twisted into an evil spirit. The disturbance summons the Ghost Commander. Then, an assassin emerges from the darkness, slaughtering members of the Vexar families. Rumors spread like wildfire—some claim it is Prince Eyrin’s ghost, seeking vengeance.Others whisper that his death might not be suicide. Could it really be him? The journey to Alsan State is riddled with unforeseen challenges—high-ranking demons, celestial immortals, and formidable foes seeking to crush them at every turn. But in the heart of chaos, one truth remains. They must fight. And survive.
Prince Khane descended gracefully, carried by his essence, landing softly on the ground with his sword held horizontally in his hand. His presence was commanding, his every movement imbued with quiet power.
His hair was tied back in a ponytail, though a few strands of his front hair framed his face. The cold breeze swept past him, ruffling his clothes and tugging at his hair, making him look almost ethereal.
He turned his head slightly, gazing toward the sea with an expression that carried a hint of nostalgia. Then, as if shaking off a lingering thought, he looked forward again and began to walk.
Not far ahead, he spotted two horses standing near the path. Without hesitation, he mounted one, his instincts taking over. He rode forward, aimlessly following the dirt path that stretched ahead of him, with no clear destination in mind. The dawn's pale hues melted into a brighter day as the sun rose higher, washing the world in golden light.
