At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the rain still did not stop. The air is still so cold that it feels like it's freezing outside. There's no one outside except for the heavy rain and wind. Everyone was sound asleep, the rain and wind were so strong that no one would know what was about to happen that night.
On a dark and stormy night, the rain fell in torrents, six unknown people in white hooded cloaks, wearing white half masks whose design was a black serpent with 13 heads that can only be seen visibly from their faces, standing in the tallest tower of Exile.
They were standing on the edge of the tower while looking down on the stormy night of the city. There were no lights that lit up the place, violent gust of wind which swept up the streets. The wrath of the sky struck in the……
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