"The puppet master's strings always lead to the puppet. The King's Palace. That is where we will find answers, or at least the threads to unravel their power structure. It is the heart of their political control, and thus, a vital artery of their farm."
Xiaochen nodded. His gaze swept over the city once more. The colossal Pillar of Heaven still loomed, a silent, mocking testament to their enslavement. He would return for it. But first, he would see the face of the man who oversaw this particular section of the cosmic farm.
He moved through the labyrinthine streets of Eldoria under the cloak of deepest night, a shadow amongst shadows. The air grew cooler as he left the residential areas behind, replaced by the hushed quiet of the administrative district. Grand, opulent buildings, carved f
