In the heart of Blackshore, stood a black fortress made of ancient stone, stained with soot and time.
It once served as a proud lighthouse guiding warships and merchant vessels, but now it had become a domain of corruption.
The fortress, known as the Black Spire, was where the rulers of Blackshore operated from.
No king or emperor held dominion here. Instead, the city was ruled by a loose council of the most powerful crime lords, pirate captains, and cutthroats.
Of course, the truth—as mentioned before—was that the city was truly ruled by the Umbra Thieves.
Currently, inside the main chamber of the Black Spire, the three leaders of the Umbra Thieves had gathered.
They were sitting at a vast, circular table that dominated the center of the chamber, their expressions extremely grave.
One of the three people was a clean-shaven old man with a head full of thick white hair and a scar running diagonally across his face, making him appear deeply intimidating.
