There was no place more glorious than this.
The air reeked of power, of blood, of schemes carefully woven over months.
This building—legally Noah's home, technically owned under his name, was, in reality, the heart of the most well-structured, deadly assassin society the world had ever seen.
And at its center sat me—Master Grimwald, ruler of shadows, the one pulling every string behind the scenes.
The era of kings may have ended, but I was no mere man.
A throne, carved from obsidian and inlaid with gold, sat proudly at the head of the grand hall. Mygrandhall.
Velvet drapes framed the dark walls, soft candlelight flickering in iron cones as they casted long, scary shadows across the vast chamber.
Who said kings were a thing of the past?
I had built my empire right under the noses of the so-called powerful.
Here, in the heart of darkness, I reigned.
And the best part?
