Chapter 69 I Have A Mission For You

• The room looked empty and dark, except for a faint, flickering light that seemed to converge on the figure of a man sitting on a massive, black chair-like throne. His head hung low, his eyes cast downward as if the weight of his thoughts was crushing him.
• His long fingers drummed agitatedly on the polished mahogany table, the sound echoing through the stillness like a death knell. The table itself seemed to stretch on forever to a dark, endless plain that vanished into the shadows.
• The man's jet-black hair, long and curly like a woman's, cascaded down his face, portraying him in an eerie, ghostly aura as if he had just stepped out of a horror movie.