The Merchant’s road in the Xaphan Kingdom is busy. Everyone is filled with thoughts from their own conceited world, everyone is living in their own concept of survival. Xin Holder Viscus was busy on his own world of survival too. He was hiding on the shadows. It was morning. The sun may have risen, but Holder was restless. He believe he could not rest because of what was happening to him. And so, he decided to continue moving. Move and move, until everything is over. But would this mission reach its end? Perhaps, it would. But if this would end in good or bad, only the divine fate knows. He warily step out of the shadows. He was on a narrow alley of two walls from two neighboring buildings—one is the store for perfume, one is the store for armors and weapons. As he step out

