Evening in Golden Lion City.
Rumbles and piercing screams penetrated the layers of wind and snow, traveling a great distance.
Inside and outside the palace, lights were ablaze, yet Golden Lion City was completely dark.
In the city, every household kept their doors tightly shut in silence.
People were panic-stricken, children trembling in fear, yet no one dared to make a sound.
What happened over at the palace?
No one knew, and even more, no one had the courage to go and investigate.
Living under the rule of the Golden Lion Corps, they had no rights to do anything.
Even their lives belonged to the Golden Lion Corps, and the only value of their existence was to serve as slaves for the Golden Lions.
No, it seemed there was one person who disagreed with this statement?
In the biting cold wind, an Eastern Persian boy dressed in tattered clothes stealthily crossed the street, quietly arriving in front of the palace.
"Bastard!" a piercing scream came from afar.
