The day's bright light seeped in through the open windows of the chamber, bringing into broad view the flash of energy from the Sea Sword.
The figure lying on the large bed, dressed in plain linens of velvet, jolted up and walked towards the window, hands crossed behind him.
This figure belonged to the acting leader of Seafrost, a representative sent by the Royal Empire of Montana to fill the space until the heir becomes worthy.
Despite being in his mid-fifties, the light shades of his well-maintained auburn hair often made people doubt his age, adding to his frail-looking stature.
But his actions speak louder.
Returning his hands and folding them across his chest, he muttered, "He will catch up sooner than expected."
Then hummed and turned around to face the inwards of his chamber.
