Chapter 377 : A Calm Before Storm

Nine o'clock, early morning. The sun hidden behind a canopy of thick clouds, giving the morning a gentle hue of diffused light that felt almost solemn. The wind whispered secrets through the trees, the soft air teasing and playing with loose strands of Das's hair as he sat alone in the grand hall, a monument to power and legacy, waiting for the intruders to arrive.

"A calm before the storm…"

Das mumbled to himself, his eyes fixated on the grand entrance. His skin absorbed the diffused glow, giving him an almost ethereal appearance. His fingers traced over the cold, hard surface of the black rock sabre that lay before him, a contrast to the beautiful yet imposing golden handle adorned with diamonds, which glittered softly, hinting at the tempestuous stories engraved in its steel.