Far away from the estate, deep in the mountains, a single man was sitting in a barely lit chamber.
He was the leader of the Shadow Pavilion.
His fingers were tapping against the armrest of his chair as he was reading the latest report.
The assassins had failed their attack.
No, they did not fail, they had simply underestimated their target.
"Heuk Cheon..."
A name that carried weight. A name that was whispering of power that was long buried.
A slow smile was creeping across the assassin leader's face.
This just got interesting.
The cold morning air was carrying the smell of damp earth and steel. The estate was alive with movement, guards were packing their supplies, weapons were being checked, and the wounded people were being treated and healed.
But amidst the preparation, there was one thing that was clear.
They were not just reclaiming Redwood. They were going to have a war for it.
