Ever since he discovered that the secret war was an utter and complete sham, Nesanel had stopped meeting with The Many.
Until today.
Nesanel looked worse than ever before; no longer dressed well, he appeared disheveled and much older.
A desolate feeling lingered in his heart; every time he thought of matters related to the secret war, he felt a strange sense of betrayal. But when it came to making an act of revenge, he didn't know where he should strike.
Confused and bewildered, like a wandering ghost.
"The Many have repeated it several times, Deputy Director Nesanel."
A booming voice echoed from the darkness, The Many did not use any virtual images to face Nesanel, revealing their true and hideous appearance from the shadows.
"After the vote of successive directors, The Many has decided to hand over Xilin's body to the King's Secret Sword."
Like a voice of judgment, Nesanel involuntarily clenched his fists.
