Lord of Ten Cities

The crowd gathered in Final Valley, illuminated by the ominous moonlight. Some stood alone, untouched, while others were restrained on the ground and struggling. Their chatter was unceasing until a man with long hair and a short beard stepped forward.

His face was far from unkempt; it seemed his hair grew in length, not in number. Thus, his hair and beard looked trimmed and elegant, enhancing his breathtaking aura as he walked toward the crowd.

"Everyone is here now for the end of our battle," said the man with golden eyes, smiling. "For those who do not know me, I am Arthur Netherborne, King of the Lower Realms. Just earlier, I defeated the Moonlight Goddess Artemis."

"What do you want from us, Arthur Netherborne?" asked a man restrained to the ground, middle-aged with a furious expression. "You kidnapped me although I had nothing to do with your battle."